Young Adult
Marvin T. Bear
He was my best friend. I knew he was a little bit afraid of the ship because I was, too. We were just so far up from the water is all. When we looked over the edge, I was just positive we were going to fall in. But we helped each other be brave because that's what best friends do for one another.
By Bonnie Joy Sludikoff4 years ago in Fiction
April
April 1st “APRIL! COME HERE!! Aww yes the horrific sound of Veronica's voice at 6 in the morning. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?”.... Dead silence carried through the house. Of course she wouldn’t answer. Sometimes I have the urge to strangle this woman. I walk to the living room and stare at her violently. She says and I quote “What are you doing?” I mumble, “Unfortunately I’m staring at you.” She scolds me, “what did you just say?”
By Isis Lyons 4 years ago in Fiction
Anne Charlotte Had It Coming
I. The first thing Anne Charlotte said to me was this: “Check me out. You’re mine.” Mind you, I was not in an intelligent mood to decipher her pink riddle; I was only listening to the flowery notes from her nectar lips, the cool blossom gift of whatever she was trying to say. Cute little thing, she was. As I kept my dumb eyes glued on her, I tried to think of something cool to say, but the thunder in my mind only repeated: You’re mine. You’re mine. She must have noticed my rejected and boring brain which held no cool conversations, so she left.
By Justin Fong Cruz4 years ago in Fiction
Level 14:
Arching an inquisitive eyebrow, Milo bent over to pick up the peculiar motherboard, studying the anomalous object with a sceptical yet fascinated expression. Bringing it closer to his eye, he noticed how incredibly detailed and complex it was. Tiny wires and thin copper lines ran through it like the blueprint of a metro map. A small fiery spark skirted along the edges of the intricate square. Why on Earth was it in the post-box though?
By Rushil Chaudhari4 years ago in Fiction
Meaning of a Hero
" We're here, you excited!" Duce announced with his half-witted gleeful voice. "I don't know, it's kind of scary, especially after hearing that the "safe and most secure" school was attacked by amateur villains as I heard," I responded, in a distressing tone, after hearing what happened in U.A., I didn't want to come, despite my reluctance, my dad's convinced me to go, and it would upset my teacher who recommended me, "I hear you, girl; all this school boasts about is how high and mighty it is, but there isn't a single decent looking man here, and that man with the Tasmanian tiger teeth is quite ugly." "Hey, stop talking about Vlad sensei like that- and his teeth aren't even big," Duce says in an irritated voice, Duce's hair can turn into snakes, and apparently his snakes have a mouth of their own.
By Laysia Davis4 years ago in Fiction
United-Chapter 2:The Day They Came
It's been a week since the first day of school. I've come to enjoy school... Outside of Rebecca, since then she makes walking the halls difficult. If anyone talks to me when they don't have to they get a glare from anyone loyal to her. I enjoy the learning part and the teachers. They seem like they enjoy talking to me more than others but that just may be my imagination.
By Skyeleigh Scott4 years ago in Fiction
United-Prologue
My name is Elexis and my life is great. I'm about to start my first year of high school with some amazing friends, we have our own house, we have 3 cars, I have my own car, my brothers are happy and healthy, so are my mom and dad. My life is perfect... for right now. I have a bad feeling that something bad is going to happen today.
By Skyeleigh Scott4 years ago in Fiction
The beginning of the end
How long had it been since the ancient warrior had first seen this view? Yodaka stood at the top of the hill looking back down towards the Great Barn. The Barn had been derelict since anyone could remember and sat near the end of a large field at the bottom of the slope he now stood atop. It must have been impressive in its day with the main hall a vast cavern that could easily accommodate four large houses. At the back end of the Barn was a small warren of rooms, of various sizes, which were probably used for storage, housing farm animals and offices. Now they were used by the Clan as sleeping areas’ and the Elders Council meetings during the Gathering. As he looked at the Barn it brought back many memories, some good and some bad but always evoked a feeling of pride, as this was their Barn and everyone knew it to be so. Yodaka’s gaze now drifted over to the right of the Barn, towards the Green Forest, as he saw members of the Clan weaving their way through the trees and out into the field. They walked in single file, as was the Clan way, using well worn trails in the overgrown field which snaked round towards the front of the Barn. To his left stood the Great Hedge, some distance away, which ran down the side of the field and disappeared into the distance as far as you could see. Where the hedge met the slope and made its way upwards, there was a gap large enough for three or four of the Clan to pass through abreast. He again watched as a steady stream of the Clan came through the gap, some stealing a glance up towards him and nudging their young ones forward to stop them staring and gawping up at their Clan chief. In the far off distance behind the Barn he could also make out the Clan coming towards the Barn in a steady stream. Yes, this gathering would be the biggest anyone could remember. He had been standing watching everyone arrive for some time now, the sun had already moved half way across the sky and was just beginning to start its decent into the blackness. At the front of the Barn there seemed to be a small bottle neck developing, which was strange considering that one of the enormous doors was fully open, in fact nearly falling of its hinge. He looked closer and soon discovered the reason for the slow entry into the Barn. There on either side of the entrance stood his two brothers, Jounka and Blacken, living legends to the Clan, immortalised in stories and used to keep young ones in line if they misbehaved. “Blacken will steal you away in the middle of the night if you don’t go to sleep”, “Jounka can swallow a young one whole, if they are bad” that sort of thing. As the Clan filed past them, they slowed and dipped to show their respect to the two warriors. He must admit, they looked very impressive and slightly intimidating, standing either side of the entrance. Jounka was almost as big as Yodaka and had over the years put a little bit of weight on his midriff, however Yodaka thought that even with this Jounka might be able to take him in a straight up fight, of course, he would never admit that to him or anyone. There are only three other Clan members that have ever seen Jounka in battle, being it was so long ago, the thought of it still sends shivers down his back, the red mist in his eyes as he hacked at The Hoard, cutting down dozens at a time, fighting his way through their defensive line like it was not there. On many occasions he had kept a safe distance just in case he had been caught in the blood lust whirlwind. Jounka’s demeanor was always dark with his stern face and seemingly sour mood, however, Yodaka knew this to be a front, as Jounka had a heart as big as a Barn. Now his other brother was a bit of an enigma, Blacken “the Ghost” “Night Crawler” “Shade.” Even as youngsters he was always distant and really only associated with their mother and baby sister Tigera. Blacken was the smallest of the brothers and famous for his unexplainable ability to suddenly appear beside you without warning. Extremely supple, agile and strong even when he walked down the path, it looked like he was floating. During the battle of the Great Hedge, Jounka had done his usual thing and cut through the Hoard’s front line, deep into their ranks. I had followed him in, however as we stopped, we found ourselves completely surrounded with what appeared to be no gaps in their line. When suddenly I felt something brush past my back and Blacken appeared at my side. To this day I don’t know how he managed it and he never talks about it. Now that was a battle to remember.
By Charlie Sweeney4 years ago in Fiction
Best of Intentions
I pity anyone who has experienced the pain of a missing child. Serious crime is rare in my rather small town, but six years ago, when my son, Jeremy was just seven, he simply disappeared from his bedroom. There were no signs of forced entry or struggle. There was no ransom letter or note from my son. I know he wouldn't have run away. He was a happy, well-adjusted boy who loved both me and his mom.
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Fiction
