Young Adult
Lumi's Tale
‘It was a long time ago…the year was 2045 and I was a bitter man. I had grown weary of my wife and I had had enough of her excuses as to why she would never be intimate with me. It was as though I had married a fake; that I was nothing more than a mediocre goal for her just to say and brag that she was married.
By Justin Young4 years ago in Fiction
Millstone
“Today’s teacher appreciation day and I don’t have anything for Mrs. Prather” Della told me while she buckled in. “Seriously?” I sighed as I pulled out of the garage. Another mom duty totally neglected and put off on me. “Well maybe you can take your gift tomorrow.” I forced a cheery smile as I tried a little convincing of my own. “That way she’ll get presents two days instead of one.”
By Denise Parton4 years ago in Fiction
Millstone
Two It was Della’s wild curls that tickled my nose and woke me. I sat up fast, pushing my own wild mane out of my eyes. “Damn it,” I breathed, forgetting Della was in earshot. I had slept through my alarm which meant no time to study, which meant there was no way I was going to pass the damn economics test. If my GPA isn’t what my parents expect, it means I will not be able to attend the school of their choice. This is the time of year I have dreaded since I was a freshman. Applying for schools. I don’t want to go to college. What I want to do with my life doesn’t require attending a university, but not continuing my education is out of the question where my family is concerned. Not only are they adamant I go to college, but I am obligated to study medicine to have a career in the family business as a guarantee that our empire will continue. I could care less. I have no interest in it. In fact, I find it rather offensive. Aside from all of that, I need to pass economics first and there is no way I am ready for this test. My only comfort is my first period is study hall so I should get some review time in there. Until two months ago, Mitch helped me with economics and our study time was a homework session I looked forward to. Now that he is with Jennie Hayes, I am on my own and my grade in that class has dropped considerably.
By Denise Parton4 years ago in Fiction
A Generation with happy pictures and sad life
It was 1998, a guy born in a mediocre family in Punjab province of Pakistan . In their culture it was a blessing to have a baby boy. The boy have loving parents that can't love each other. However, it was a normal upbringing of the boy like other children. At the age of 5, his journey towards the sorrows of this world begin. He has to bear the seperation of his parents. Isn't it tough for a little child at such a young age to choose with whom he wants to live with. Well he was blessed in a certain way that he got mature at a very young age and he has strong nerves. He bear everything and learn from sorrows and loneliness. He manages to perform well in his Academia. He has a broken family history. When he was in his 9th grade he met a girl, they fell in love. The girl enters his soul and hugs his soul. She started to heal the boy from inside and became a part of his life like a heart to a body. The boy was very responsible even at his youth. He always finds and overthink ways to support his family.
By ABDULLAH RAO4 years ago in Fiction
Plight of the Shikari: Chapters 1-5
Chapter One The young man’s hands flowed gracefully over the bar as he wiped the remnants of condensation from its surface. He eyed the door warily every so often, awaiting their arrival, HER arrival. It had been some time since she’d come calling. He held his breath and listened closely to his patrons as they gossiped. He’d only hoped to gather just enough information to buy him another day, week, or month of peace in the city. Having to relocate, especially in this form, was becoming increasingly difficult. He’d try, nonetheless, if it came down to it, but he’d rather stay rooted where he felt safe. Ambrosia City was his home, and he’d like to keep it that way.
By Gorejess Stone4 years ago in Fiction
Write In The Middle Of It
Officer Mancuso normally didn’t walk that block, but because he still had no leads on the Sadiah Gibson case he was willing to ask any passerby if he saw anything. When he walked down the alley he heard a rumbling from the third floor of a building he passed. At first he passed it off as kids playing in the stairwell until he heard the blood-curdling scream of a young woman. The elder cop ran as fast as his out of shape body could take him up the steps of Mekayla’s fire escape.
By Majique MiMi4 years ago in Fiction
