Young Adult

Who Are You
Dustin’s head bounced against the car window as it sped along the freeway past beautiful landscapes, busy cities, and cute farm towns, none of which he seemed to notice. His Aunt Jennifer had stopped talking or trying to get a response out of him hours ago. She couldn’t tell if he was asleep or withdrawn into his own world, either way she knew he was in tremendous pain. Her own heart ached horribly as well, this was not supposed to happen, this was something she never dreamed would happen. But, she imagined everyone who had gone through a similar experience felt the same as her.
By Viltinga Rasytoja4 years ago in Fiction
retreat
The day Cassie died, I was in turmoil. The room was spinning. Words didn’t make sense. Adrenaline was blurring in my veins in the hospital, and when the doctor told us she didn’t make it, that she finally slipped from a coma into something more permanent and dark, I let go.
By Lora Jackson4 years ago in Fiction
Hello, Nonnie
The setting is a family farm, located southwest of Sioux Falls, South Dakota. A girl who often spends time alone, amongst her imaginary friends that she created on paper, is also close friends with the animals who reside on her parent’s property. She & her Mother live alone mostly, for her Father is usually on the road as a truck driver. Among her monster looking, yet friendly faced creatures on paper, Kane feels very close to the cows, her horses & the chickens.
By e kristensen4 years ago in Fiction
Help From An Unexpected Place
It was Saturday. Shane Sanchez approached the street corner with steady determination. He hoped to see his sophomore crush Ravinnique Marshall as she drove by.
By Tiffany Gordon4 years ago in Fiction
My Beautiful Sister
Reza hadn't been home in over a decade; the reasons were long and complicated, but the letter that arrived on the Tuesday before last had pulled her back into a world of suffocating judgment and abuse. Beads of sweat would magically appear on her brow, and her breath would quicken as she was instantly jolted back into a world she had so desperately fought to escape. She knew this correspondence could only mean one thing, and she was terrified of the reality waiting for her upon opening it. She couldn't. At least not yet.
By Devlin Elliott4 years ago in Fiction
Friday Night Lights
“BRIIIINNNGG!!” The tenth period bell rings right on time- 2:35pm. On how the students of West High have been looking forward to this day. It’s not just any regular end of school day bell. It’s Friday night! On top of that, it’s the homecoming football game tonight. For the first time in nearly 15 years the team is having a winning record. The entire town is amped for the hopeful defeat of the biggest rivals of West High- the Northerly Way Bulldogs from the next town over.
By Val Poulos 4 years ago in Fiction
𝖭𝖮𝖱𝖳𝖧𝖶𝖨𝖭𝖣.
Screeching fired like a buckshot into the silence of the woods. A head cracked up from the darkness, the body sprawled in filth, and the long, loc’d, heavy hair covering the face. The tips of her long tangled locs jailed millions of grains of sand, dead leaves, and soil- creating a habitat within the tightened strands. Hands caked in earth swept over the face revealing large hazel eyes that seemed to illuminate themselves. They started darting around feverishly, trailing filaments of light as an after-image like a shooting star. Fireflies had awoken at this time. The insects danced around the stranded creature as she observed them.
By mar4 years ago in Fiction
Eyewitness
She sat in her favorite purple velvet armchair, legs crossed, and lavender drop in hand, looking out the bay window. Her home sat in the middle of Green Hills, providing her with added privacy and isolation, one of her requirements while house hunting. The view was beautiful, eerily peaceful, her window overlooked her extraordinary garden that stretched over 3 acres. The sun rose over her garden, causing the flowers to bloom, the birds flew past chirping their song prepping for another happy day. She however, wasn’t looking at any of that, but rather at the newly planted parrots beak flowers that covered the freshly added soil. Taking her last sip she got up and headed towards the sink, the mud on her heels distorting the normally rhythmic clicking of her heels. The oven clock read 6:22 am 38 minutes before she was very late to work she thought. After a quick shower, to wash the night off, she got dressed in her navy blue suit, complimented by a much lighter, almost white, blue blouse. She wore her hair down, pin straight, tucked behind her ears. A simple look velvet nude lipstick, mascara and foundation are all she needed to show off her naturally defined jawline and lifted cheekbones. She put on a clean pair of light blue heels, almost the same hue as her blouse, and headed out the door. Her car always made her smile, a custom teal blue Aston Martin Valkyrie, gifted to her by him. Today however, it made her rather sad. She didn’t have to do it, she thought, sure there were many other ways to handle this, she thought, but none quite as permanent. Besides she had a flair for the dramatics, and nothing was more dramatic than having the last word.
By Mar Mar4 years ago in Fiction
Lost And Found
The night sky is crystal clear, providing the moon, which sits like a gold coin stamped in the sky with the perfect showcase on a winter evening. A birds-eye view of this quaint little neighborhood awards quite the seasonal show. Outside, a neighbor traipses timidly across the icy pavement, wavering on ankles that defy all laws of gravity. The walls of the two-story townhouse directly next door struggle to hold a muffled rerun of Golden Girls turned up alarmingly loud. In the distance is the hum of winter in full swing, complete with a chorus of snowplows beeping in reverse, shovels scraping walkways, and fresh snow squelching beneath cars passing by.
By Taylor Made4 years ago in Fiction
Sleepless Nights
Right in the thick of the ballade, I forgot what came next and my fingers fumbled into a wild disaster of discordant notes. The left arpeggio clashed with the chords on the right. I paused. I lifted my hands and tried to revisit the measure, but I crashed into the same problem. I paused again, pretending to extend out a rubato from the last note played. Which major am I on? My eyes flared in the mad query for answers. Okay, the E flat chord goes here… but what’s the next arpeggio? How does the rest of the melody fall into place? The left-hand F goes with the right-hand G… no, E flat, right? I definitely knew how the next part should sound, I played it a million times. Yet, I didn’t have the time to be making crucial guesses. My mind ran a blank, as if a vacuum sucked out the painstaking years of practice into the trash.
By Jesse Chen4 years ago in Fiction
Nocturnal
“You gotta listen to your dad. No is a no.” That was his mother, but he was not really listening anymore. When he heard the old man snoring next to his mother in the next room, he knew that his time had come. There was a space between his bedroom window and the abandoned field that he could cross in about two minutes (ledge, barrel, grass) and then there would be time to make it out to the building.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Fiction
Castle McDermott
A shrill cry echoes in the night. Candlelight illuminates Freya's face from across the room. Looking into my sister’s wide eyes, I know she heard it too. I hear shuffling from somewhere inside the cottage, footsteps on the floor, light moving its way closer to the door frame.
By Kelsey Kidder4 years ago in Fiction