Young Adult
The Weight of Emptiness
A dim light curls around the edges of the blackout curtain tacked to the wall just above the window, it reaches into the room barely illuminating the contents. Birds chirping in the distance and the low hum of a fan breaks any silence there might have been. She lays among the ruffled blankets and lumpy pillows, only her feet dangling off the end, empty eyes fixed on an odd face shaped stain on the ceiling. A chill down her spine breaks the focus, she takes a deep breath as she lazily reaches around the bed until finding her phone. 2:47. AM or PM she didn’t see before tossing it out of reach and onto the floor. A lump forms in her throat, she holds her breath and shuts her eyes until the lump slides back to her chest.
By Andy Anderson4 years ago in Fiction
Maddie's mind part 1
Hi, I'm Maddie and welcome to my dairy / blog! I'm 23 years old and I have been keeping a regular dairy since I was 15. I've finally gotten the courage to publish my daily thoughts online. Well... most of them anyways! Some of you may know me from my main blog that I've had for 3 years now where I post my poems and photos. My dream is to be a poet and
By Christina Epperly4 years ago in Fiction
The Blessed City
The air swirled a mean grey, rustling the dead earth beneath her feet. Homes that once stood proud crumbled at the touch of a simple breeze. Unsteady floors lay broken and tethered, shattered from the weight of the war. Where the grass once lay green and lush, it now was brittle like old bones.
By Tiffanie Harvey4 years ago in Fiction
Spirit of the Eagle
Chapter 1 Early evening, Max’s favorite time of day, the 15-year-old stood at the edge of a forested piece of land next to his family’s farm and watched as the moon crested the horizon. The orb was a source of wonder to him, its size and shape, changing with the passing of each night. Although he knew this happened because the Earth’s shadow was passing over the moon’s surface, it still fascinated him.
By Mark Gagnon4 years ago in Fiction
The Bendler Stories
Chapter. 1. Bendler's house. Bendler bought his block of land in summer. He also bought a horse and cart that he loaded with all sorts of bits and pieces he thought a farmer might need. Ha I’m better setup than Robinson Crusoe! he thought and began to whistle a tuneless dirge. The horse had quickly learnt to hate it when Bendler whistled. It made his ears twitch and something deep inside his head felt as if it was trying madly to escape.
By Bill Van Oosten4 years ago in Fiction
10 Awesome Book Club Groups to Join on Goodreads
“Fill your house with stacks of books, in all the crannies and all the nooks” — Dr. Seuss. I love reading books, especially for self-development and growth purposes. So in 2019, a small group of us would meet up in the local library to discuss our current reads and, more importantly, what we planned to put into action from these books. Then the pandemic hit, and the world went into lockdown.
By Trisha Dunbar4 years ago in Fiction
