Young Adult

The Crucible (Part 1)
It’s been two weeks since The Fall. That is as good of a name that I could come up with… The Fall. I guess creativity also went away when it seems the majority percent of the population died. It happened in the blink of an eye, there was no sickness to warn us, people just suddenly dropped dead. Everyone I knew. Everything I knew. All gone. What I do know is just pieced together.
By Don Money4 years ago in Fiction
BIRD GIRL
I stand looking down at the Steinway grand piano. “It’s just you and me,” I say, pretending not to be sharing the room with two thousand other people. I feel my bare feet on the ground, sensing into the earth below the orchestra pit. The same earth Steinway’s bass, treble and point legs stand upon. My feet grow heavy. The weight of the piano sinking in my gut. Swallowing my tears, I whisper to the beauty in front of me, “We share this space and seat in the house, it is my honor to play with you. Take my hands and make them yours.”
By Angela Grillo4 years ago in Fiction
My Guardian Angel V
Chapter Twelve “That was easy.” the fat demon said. “Yeah, well she only became a demon drug lord because her husband died. But her drug dealing has been low for over ten years now.” said the other.
By Ja'Cara M4 years ago in Fiction
Owlish
I rubbed my eyes and tried to get them to focus. They were blurry, and I still had an hour left before I was home. It had been my idea to go for a ride, James and Eric tagging along. The fluorescents of the bus stop buzzed impossibly loud, but I was the only one that seemed to notice.
By A. A. Achibane4 years ago in Fiction
Abby's Misadventure
She was in the hayloft swinging on the rope that hung in the barn when she first saw him. Abby had stopped to catch her breath when she saw movement in the corner of her eye. He was staring right at her with those big eyes. She was mesmerized as Abby had never seen an owl up close before and in a whirlwind of white and brown feathers he was gone. Abby didn’t know much about owl’s, but she did know they are only supposed to be out at night. Abby decided she needed to tell her older sister Anne about this right away. Anne was in the house watching their baby sister Avery. Abby ran in the house yelling “Anne you won’t believe what I just saw!” huffing and puffing. Lately when Abby exerted herself she made a high pitched whistling sound, it scared her and she didn’t know what it was.
By Kimberly 4 years ago in Fiction
Once Upon a Time in a Dark Woods
Old Man Birk Birk’s Woods is at the end of long gravel road that leads to the Birk's Farm. Just past the Farm is my private Avalon. No one goes there much because old man Birk is crazy. Everybody knows he keeps a shot gun loaded with rock salt on his front porch and when he sees people going into his woods he likes to shoot at them.
By Tony Egler4 years ago in Fiction
The Barn
Chapter One - Tuesday Old Tom stood on his porch, squinting in the morning light. A few puffy clouds dotted the sky, a crisp summer breeze rustled the trees, and some critter stirred in the underbrush. A glorious morning to most. Not Old Tom.
By Brian Guthrie4 years ago in Fiction
Areina Pandor
Areina Pandor: Into the Dreamscape pt.1 By Zöe Hayes “To walk the Dreamscape, you must first greet the Barn Owl as if of kin, he will then grant you access and lead you home.”
By Zoe Hayes4 years ago in Fiction
Blindly
Stepping forward, her toes graze the edge of the ledge. She gasps in the cool morning air. At least, she thinks it’s morning. She’s sure her nose is pink from the cold breeze dancing around her. Her lips must be turning a slight purple. She has been led here, quite literally, blindly. She hasn’t had the gift of sight since she was 12 years old. “A stroke of terrible luck,” she’d always tell herself. What are the odds that a random, 12-year-old girl from Salem, Massachusetts would be involved in one of the most gruesome vehicle collisions of 2019? Losing her sight and her father that day, nothing has ever been the same.
By The Grim Weeper4 years ago in Fiction
Soldier On
I was always a quiet kid. Kept to myself, never raised my voice, hardly ever scraped with other kids. I’ve only really cried once, when I was twelve, on the day of dad’s funeral.
By Warren Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
The Owl's Call
Chapter 1 The sounds of screams and the smell of smoke are something he should have been used to by now, seeing how he does this every other week. However, Caden had always struggled with the memory it brings reminding him of his parent’s death.
By B4 years ago in Fiction
A Bright Shadow
November 24th, 2017: Pure bliss. Pleasure. Euphoria. Whatever the f*ck you want to call it. That’s all I feel. I just feel happy, naturally happy, for no reason behind it. Man, no wonder Nico constantly smokes. I mean, feeling like this 24/7; who wouldn’t want to? Honestly, the best way I can describe it is feeling that warm, tingly fuzziness right before you fall asleep in bed before you close your eyes and start dreaming. Just imagine that feeling looped around, over and over again for a long time. And every hit you take, it’s like you’re slowly climbing up a mountain. No. Better yet, a rollercoaster. You’re slowly climbing up the roller coaster each time you inhale, and eventually, you reach that peak height and kind of bask in the warmth for a while and slowly come back down with the warmth lingering behind you.
By 70 Est4 years ago in Fiction