Young Adult
It's Okay not to be Okay
A youth work residential trip. Picturesque setting in North Wales. A group of fifteen to seventeen-year olds coming to the realisation that it is possible to enjoy themselves without Wifi. Rock climbing, abseiling, raft building, team challenges, problem solving and games of rounders and casual kickabouts. Long summer days perfect for evening campfires. A great chance to have old fashioned fun, leave all the stresses of the modern world behind, make new friends and allow the true version of themselves to flourish. The previous night this particular trip had taken a sickening turn for the worse.
By Rob Watson4 years ago in Fiction
Lovely Fellow
1. capri sun. O P A L My eyes widen as a boy gets slammed on the table in front of me, knocking me off the stool and onto the floor. The boy gasps for air as Koa Whiley attaches his hands to his neck, his large body towering over the boy. The kids eyes beg me for help. I push myself off the floor as students gather around, cheering on the fight. As I reach for Koas' arm, someone else manages to beat me to it, Mr. Griffen, the school counselor. He yanks on his arm and drags him down the empty hall.
By Katie Beth4 years ago in Fiction
In a Moment
Some believe that time is like a one-way sidewalk. We walk down it and time acts on us, changing us, aging us, until we accumulate everything time has to give us. If we traveled back, there would be no past selves or past anything, just the empty time frame that we’d walked through. Others believe that time is a motion picture and that we, as time-bound beings, are captured as images on its film. If we traveled back, it would simply be like rewinding the tape to a certain spot and recording again.
By Valerie Ngai4 years ago in Fiction
JUST us
Every morning Dianne would call or text my phone to alert me that she was leaving her house for school. Dianne was very punctual, and smart. How I was able to make her my girlfriend, only God knows. I met Dianne last year at a community church of all places. Our neighboring schools had joined forces to raise money for our student body's summer trip fund. I Was a junior, and she was what I thought to be the coolest, flyest white girl in Hazelwood. We had become closer than friends after we found out we both had a love for fashion, and making music. Although she was a freshman, she was more mature and pleasingly cornbread thick. Most of the kids in our schools were uneducated, unapproving, haters. Many people, adults as well looked at interracial relationships with a crooked eye. In a moment of what I had considered a growing attraction, neither I nor Dianne gave a second concern of what people thought.
By D.C.@UN-BrokenGRAMMAR4 years ago in Fiction
You Won't Find Us Here
“We’ve been in the wind too long,” he says, through gritted teeth. His hair is funny, the way it pokes out from the sides of his head. I would laugh, but there is nothing lyrical left within me. I’ve forfeited pieces of myself for capsules in orange bottles. These I carry, in white-knuckled fists, as a chalky powder dissolves in my bloodstream. He knows, and my explanations (a myriad of excuses) cause him to deflate, teary-eyed. Perhaps I’ve broken him—it seems he’s given up searching for sunshine in dark places.
By Jalia Maléy Brodie4 years ago in Fiction
Fate of the Hunters
Abner sunk into the nearest chair. He looked through his coat pocket and found a surprisingly clean handkerchief. Carefully he cleaned his glasses of spots of dirt, dust, sweat, and “blood?” He slowly let his fingers take assessment of his face. A few bruises that no doubt were already turning color and “ooh”, he hissed through his teeth as he found a cut above his left eye that went down through his eyebrow. He lifted his handkerchief to the wound and held it there to stop the bleeding.
By Lyssa Maher-Felton4 years ago in Fiction
Love Don't Change
cant believe I'm getting married today!! I never thought this day would come. Looking in the mirror trying not to cry I just got my makeup done. I will be marrying my man very soon but I cant shake this feeling inside. My mother says I'm just nervous but I know I'm still in love with my ex.
By Shadae Washington 4 years ago in Fiction
Shereen
Spring 1935 – Parun, Nuristan The morning sun’s fingers uncurled over the little village of Parun, in the basin of the river Landay Sin. Ten-year-old Shereen had woken up to the rhythmic pounding of a wooden pestle; her grandmother, Fatima, was grinding barley to bake bread for breakfast. She sleepily rubbed her eyes and watched from her bed as blue smoke rose from the tandoor, the earthen oven. It occupied the center of the large room that served as kitchen and living room for their small family of three.
By Humira Noorestani4 years ago in Fiction
The Decimation of Jezebel Truitt
After school I tried to find Alysia immediately. Though she didn’t agree with my plan and thought it was dangerous to even think about what I was commissioning to do; she was a good listener. Today I had more than just my plan to talk about. Jesse was off the list, but I got a funny feeling when we conversed. Not to mention my audition! How could he know he had the part and not me what if I didn’t get the lead? This would be a disaster. This is my senior year, I had to go out with a bang!
By Erica Ables4 years ago in Fiction
