Young Adult
Amber at the Beach
"You know, I've been thinking," Amber said to Danny. "Don't overdo it," he teased. It was in mid-July, and the two of them, along with Trey and Jade, were lying on quilts on the beach beneath a blazing Florida sun. Danny had transported the four of them to Pensacola Beach, and they were enjoying the white sands and the surf.
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Fiction
Write In The Middle Of It
With glee, Brett seemed as if he was floating to Mekayla’s loft. He figured the Mancuso intrusion couldn’t have had better timing. Now Brett needed a place to run and after the way Mekayla kissed him on her fire escape, he knew he could be welcome there.
By Majique MiMi4 years ago in Fiction
Saving Amber
Amber's heart pounded as she stood poised over the bathtub with a razor in her hand. It wasn't so much that she was afraid it would hurt; however painful it might be, she was sure it would be over with quickly. Nor was it so much that she feared the afterlife; she'd never really given it much thought, but whatever it would be for her, it had to be better than what her life was like now.
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Fiction
New
Darcy brought Jewel home from the auction and turned the frightened little mare loose in the corral where she could safely expend her nervous energy. Darcy sat on the top rail, watching her pace and whinny and explore her surroundings until she finally settled down enough to eat the hay that Darcy placed in the pen. Tomorrow, Darcy and her Dad would go shopping to get a few things to begin working with Jewel.
By KJ Aartila4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamer - Chapter 38
Oh Rev.. why are you the way that you are? I stood up and made my way over to the kitchen, grabbing the bleach dad kept under the sink and the small dish towel that hung over the oven handle quite nicely, before making my way towards the darkened spot on the floor. It had to be cleaned. I had to do it. I cannot just let my father come back home to see the evidence of his trauma just left out in the open like this; it has to be done. I fell to my knees and poured the bleach before beginning to scrub the flooring. God. Why couldn't he have shot him while we were outside? At least Ace had the audacity to pass out from his blood loss outside; nowhere near the inside of my house. Why couldn't Rev just have pulled us outside before doing what he did? Maybe that way I wouldn't have to be scrubbing this floor so damn hard in order to fight for the stain to fade away; in order to get this stain to disappear, along with the memory of how it happened. I felt a couple tears coming back to me.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
