Young Adult
The Suppression
The Suppression Pilot
By Brianna Gliori4 years ago in Fiction
Monachopsis
You walk to the bus station in the rain, your left hand in a fist as it almost always is, simultaneously very aware of everything around you yet lost in another world. You stomp in every puddle, hoping you’ll fall through, peek through every bush and thicket, looking for something askew. But everything is hopelessly normal just like it always is.
By Isaac Kaaren4 years ago in Fiction
Grandma's Basement
It was eerie down in my grandma's basement. The air was always heavy with the smell of mildew and decaying earth. The stairs were made of stone older than the age of man and the only light for the entire basement was a single lightbulb that hung from a power cord. The light occasionally flickered as if it were about to go out casting frightening oblong shadows across the walls.
By Juniper Woodstone4 years ago in Fiction
Gate Ways
The Cottage In The Woods The winter ground was already covered in the white powder of snow, as Jane and Lewis trudged through its depths. They had been searching for the cottage lost in the woods for months now and they could now make out the soft orange glow of lights through the windows. Their long journey was finally ending, and they craved the warmth the glow promised.
By Valdeara Wallberg4 years ago in Fiction
Due Date
You could easily say, without hesitation, that I take pride in using my time wisely while reviewing every little detail on all the contracts I handle, day in and day out. No matter the size of the agreement, the time frame, or the name of the requestor signing over the dotted line at the end of the document. A deal is a deal and I follow my own rules to the letter. So, it is no surprise when I take a day off to pay a visit to one of my "customers" long before the due date, just to see how their part of the agreement is being honored by them. Usually, they are chill with me and even understand why I got there earlier than expected but of course, sometimes there are exceptions where the patron is not that happy to see me. And on some rare occasions, they even try the hardest to hide and see if I will miss them somehow. Don't they learn already that I am the Master of the game? But what would you expect from desperate humans trying to get ahead of the horrors of Life?
By Alex Torres4 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Wind
Boys will be boys! Isn’t that the adage? Adage or not, it’s sometimes enough to drive a mother crazy. While we didn’t live in the part of the city occupied by tall skyscrapers or high-rise apartment buildings, our town was still considered to be within the city limits – meaning that our parks opened at seven in the morning and closed at dusk unless the city was holding a special community event.
By Margaret Brennan4 years ago in Fiction
Emerald Eyes
“Baba!” I told it to shut up. Despite the creature being my child, I didn’t shy away from profanity. His endearing glass eyes reminded me of my own. Although his were framed with a face of continuous asymmetry of his burnt skin, and fur like that of a cactus. Fluffy to the eye but miserable upon touch. I learned to live with the animal, call it beautiful even, only because the glass was painted across with his mother’s emeralds.
By Altynai Amankeldi4 years ago in Fiction
The Economy of Personal Kindness
Hector Abel opened his eyes at 11:23am on a bright Tuesday in June. The chill of spring had finally relented to the gentle warmth of early summer. Sunrises in South Carolina were most beautiful this time of year. Over the course of its slow ascent over the land, the sun drew in all the colors of the ocean and cast them haphazardly into the morning sky. All the tiny flower buds and shivering creatures breathed a sigh of relief as they stretched out to receive the first wave of warmth from the sun. Sunrises here were lovely sights to behold, and Hector slept through every single one.
By Deborah Rajendran4 years ago in Fiction
