Young Adult
SWF - Trials of Fantasy
Chapter 1 – War “Pencils down.” Ms. Jana clicks her watch to stop its beeping. The thin, gold band sits tastefully around her caramel wrist. She slides her hands behind her back as she scans the room for anyone still attempting to answer questions.
By Rebecca Ontiveros4 years ago in Fiction
Roadside Restaurant Owner
Since he worked in the administration, he knows only one of the city's roads; He is the one who connects his house with the building in one of its offices that follow in its corridors; the desk behind him, accustomed to the stacks of papers he occupied; placed neatly and carefully to his left, and a computer to his right, and if he takes another path, it is either because it is not possible to pass from his usual way, or because he or a member of his family urgently needed it; On a weekend day, until that day he remembered in one of his late nights; Days ago he was free to go to the parental home, to walk in any way, in any direction, and to return to his room, and he calculated that he toured the world of a street of shops and cafes, a street surrounded by trees with leafy branches, and grassy sidewalks, and walked on an empty rocky or sandy beach Except for a few people at sunset, he longed to get out of his house early; not for a motive; Except because he likes to do it freely, and to travel on a road, and not any road, for it is that which extends or almost parallels the seashore, so whoever walks in it is refreshed by the coolness of the sea breeze...
By Gulla Balla4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 4
Isaiah scooped us up in one swift movement and tossed us atop his back. He took two large powerful strides and with two great pumps of his wings, we were climbing above the treetops. The wind blew Vanessa and my hair wildly behind us and our ears and noses were red and cold. I appreciated the slightly warmer temperatures these last couple of days but above the trees, where the air was open, the wind still struck my cheeks like shards of glass.
By Zeline Farney4 years ago in Fiction
The Party
I can’t stand the pop music that bounces around the walls like invisible demons. I see a group of girls that look friendly, they are smiling and laughing. People tell me that usually means that they are “kind.” I give them my best smile but soon their smiles turned to grimaces when they saw me. I lower my gaze, they probably think I am a freak. I slink away into a corner of the room, hoping that my attempt to make friends would be good enough for my relationship coach.
By Kelsey O'Malley4 years ago in Fiction
The Magic of Love
Natasha woke up, snuggled under the blanket, curling further into the warmth. Someone was poking her, a tingling sensation forming at the base of her spine. She opened her eyes, squinting through the sleep still weighing her down. Evira stood near her bedside table, covered head to toe in winter gear. The puffiest coat she owns, her brown pom pom hat and gloves in her dangling from her limp fingers.
By Alexandra Maldonado4 years ago in Fiction
Behind You
Noa Dryss goes through life constantly trying to reach forward while always keeping in mind what's behind them. While the world seems simple and concrete, the abstract is always lingering. Who will be that abstract that throws Noa's life into the storm so they can emerge to see the rainbow?
By Oneg In The Arctic4 years ago in Fiction
TOUCH | Part 6 (Finale)
Melted snow left a slick puddle of water on the tile floor of the Bayfield police station’s entrance. Officers and civilians cycled in and out of the building, striding through slender hallways with determined purpose. The arrest of two armed mercenaries and the refugee family currently sitting in the crowded break room was more drama than the town had seen all winter.
By Addison Horner4 years ago in Fiction
