Young Adult
Follow The Mysterious Owl
It was a big celebration for a New Year's week. It was quite exciting the entire week but it was also exhausting. An exciting celebration for all families and children from their special holidays, including Christmas, day after day, night after night. My holiday week was a blast. It wasn't a big party. My parents and I have a family reunion for the very late Christmas/New year’s dinner feast that my mother prepared. My family members and relatives included my five aunts(my mother’s sisters), my cousin Ceres, my uncle(my father’s brother), my other uncles(my aunts’ husbands), and other five little cousins. We served each of us with pumpkin squash stew, sweet potatoes, bread, salads, and our special treat- an organic honey-pumpkin pie-around the table. We made some jokes and shared our laughs. After that, we were very tired from all the food in our stomachs.
By Meghan LeVaughn 4 years ago in Fiction
Learned Mistake
This was the first time I had seen him this distressed. I understood what I had just done had not helped our situation at all, in fact it made it worse and more dangerous. I had let my emotions get in the way of what needed to be done, and I was deeply sorry for what I had done. My heart was still racing and my eyes were still glowing. I had gained control of myself, but it was already too late. He had his arms over his head, while trying to keep himself together. He paced back and forth, trying to make sense of the situation. It was beginning to get dark and the forest pigments began to dim. The Greens,Purples,Pinks,Yellows, and Oranges all to Grey, to Black; because of me. I stood there silently observing him, trying to understand what he was thinking. There was no need for him to explain how angry and frustrated he was, I could see it, I could feel it. My glow began to dim out, as I had calmed myself completely. He finally took a seat on the ground and took deep breaths. It became very still. "Kelly...I'm sorry." I said. It barely came out of my mouth and it felt as though those words took the strength out of my soul, my heart sank. He heard me and met my eyes. It felt like he was talking to me through his stare. His eyes lingered on me and went back down to the ground, "What are we going to do now?" he asked. I thought for a moment and bit my lip, I didnt know. "You know what? You messed it up, you fix it," he said as he stood up. He looked at me and folded his arms. His stance became guarded and serious, "I dont even know why im even here with you, I would've already been out of here, if it was just me." A tingle of anger filled me. I understood fully the mistake I had made, but it sounded like he had forgotten that he was the reason we were here in this Forrest in the first place, before my mistake of getting us back here. "Kelley, I know I messed up. I understand why your angry-," I said. The forrest was still dimming, and the air beginning to become cooler. If we didnt get somewhere safe soon, we were going to get caught in the freeze. He interrupted,"Do you C.J? because you seem to always understand, until its about you. Its only about how you feel and what you feel, you dont think about anybody else, but yourself,C.J." I took in every word as him letting his frustration out, letting them roll down my shoulders, until I couldnt anymore. I cared, I cared so much so that I was here. I cared so much, but I wouldnt show it through tears, or yelling, I would show it through action. "Kelley, you're right I was selfish in that moment, I was only thinking about my feelings, not the outcome, but Im aware of that, and I already apologized."I replied with a firm tone, looking him straight in the eyes. He stared back at me. "You think apologizing is going to make things better? You think apologizing will save your sister?" My anger turned into Fury as I turned to walk away, I was done with this conversation, before someone got hurt. My sister was the reason I was here, trying to get out. As I walked forward, I felt myself shivering, as I had just noticed how cold it had gotten. "C.J" he said. His voice was calmer and filled with regret. He had realized how he had just hurt her. "C.j" he called again a bit louder, I continued forward as if I hadnt heard a single thing. "C.J!" He yelled so loud it made me stop mid step. The wind picked up and the trees swung violently, and then everything stopped. I could feel my face be filled with disgust and anger. I slowly turned my head in his direction, trying to gather myself not to hurt him. My stare pierced into his look of regret. I could feel him brace himself for impact. "Dont you ever yell at me again." I stated. My eyes stayed on him until he understood my seriousness. The tension of his body fell and he blinked a few times. His countenance looked a bit confused. He didnt move, he didnt say anything. I turned my back to him and began walking towards shelter.
By Blake Lockhart4 years ago in Fiction
Write In The Middle Of It
Sadiah must have slept the whole day because her stomach aching and her head was throbbing when she opened her eyes. The room was dark, but she knew Brett wasn't in the bed with her because she could see the alarm clock blinking, eight-thirteen.
By Majique MiMi4 years ago in Fiction
All About My Bruises (PT12/13)
CHAPTER TWELVE Two months later God, if you decide to join Sam in his quest for justice, the least you can do is to do it yourself. Why must I suffer thus in the hand of a human that eats yam and cocoyam as I do? My fellow human, that you created in your image?
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Fiction
Not-So-Straight A's
"With their pale- almost ghoulish- appearance..and screeching cries. Barn Owls were once better known as... Ghost Owls" Mike was known for the dramatic effects he used in all of his storytelling, he held a candle under his shin and the flame flickered with every punctuating breath-
By Amber Grace4 years ago in Fiction
Where does judgement come from?
Meera could pluck her feathers with her beak all day long but, she could not believe that she had finally been accepted to the world-famous - 'The Grand Owlish University'. The university was known for its diverse owl population. Owls from all over the world competed to get into this esteemed historical establishment. She had got a call from Mr Owl-President stating how proud she had made her country India. Not a lot of owls from India made it into the outside world. It's not like it was easy for an Indian Owl and that too a female one to get admission. She knew many of her peers did not even try outside because of their label. Her kind had a reputation and not a good one, unlike her western peers. And since arriving at the university, she hadn't really felt as if she belonged - truly. Even her feathers drooped as she walked around the school corridors.
By Anu Sundaram4 years ago in Fiction
Write In The Middle Of It
It seemed that Mekayla was in town checking out some local poetry when the guy she came with got jealous when the host was tryin to talk to her and left her. Kevin wound up giving her a ride to the train station. Mekayla was quite a talker and Kevin enjoyed listening to her. He remembered laughing at how animated she got when she discussed the situation. Her eyes would dart back and forth and she would talk a mile a minute. She was also very witty and some of the statements she would make would have Kevin belting out in laughter.
By Majique MiMi4 years ago in Fiction
Red skies
Everyone knows the intense color is because the sun is low on the horizon. The infrared rays filtering the atmosphere through dust particles causes the sky to appear blood red. However, there is another substance, besides dust that engulfs the ambient air. Much like a veil there is an invisible sea of vibrating energy that goes unnoticed.
By Jan Portugal4 years ago in Fiction
Soul Shifter
The summer heat was burning hot as Andy sat on a bale of hay in the field. His father’s farm in Missouri was suffering greatly. In fact, he heard talks of his father selling to a real estate firm that wanted to build a neighborhood on their land. But Andy had other worries as well. Every single member of his family were shifters. They could copy animals by looking into their eyes and change into them. Sometimes to intimidate enemies, sometimes to hide from enemies. Other times just to have fun. The festival of shifting was nearing and even though Andy had reached the age of sixteen, where shifters gain their ability, he had not been able to change. There was a particular animal that would be a shifter’s main animal, the creature that activates his power and the one creature he can change into over and over. He tried coyotes, ravens, foxes, dogs, even a cat, but nothing happened. Sometimes once they connect, it would take an hour at the most for the first time, but never longer than that.
By Joshua Wheelon4 years ago in Fiction
