Young Adult
Planted
The woman had always lived in this small town. As did her mother, as did her mother’s mother, and maybe even her mother before that. She knew this town as well as she knew her own body. The schools, the chemical plant, the grocery store, the strip mall, the clinic, the bank, the community college. She grew up here. As did her daughter. They grew up here, together. That’s what happens when you have a baby at fifteen. You grow up together. And grow up, she had.
By Pryia Blunt4 years ago in Fiction
Rule #1
Rule #1: I will not break any of the rules, if I do break any of the rules I will not get caught. I don’t remember much if I’m being completely honest. I never do when I mix coke and alcohol. I’m not trying to say that I’m a speed-freak, a druggie, or tell you that I do drugs and I’m cool because of that. Drugs don’t make you cool, except Xanax (allegedly) because that shit will calm you down and mellow you out. Barred out is what we call it. Anyways I really only do it, blow I mean, on special occasions, you know? Birthdays and big fraternity events like big-little, crossing, and bid nights. We’ll whip out one of the old fraternity composites and pick one of the ugliest motherfuckers we can find and do a few lines off his cheesy face. In this case it was bid night, my first bid night as a brother. I copped a half a gram, roughly $40.00 worth for myself and my friend who got a bid that night but who was on the fence about going through with the process. Nothing that a little snow can’t fix I thought. I grabbed a ceramic plate, threw it under my arm and snatched my indecisive friend who was chatting with some of the other brothers.
By Donny Donorelli 4 years ago in Fiction
The Melvin Singularity
My mother told us stories of the old world, when everyone lived on the surface of the planet. The oceans had tides, families played outside in the grass, and traveled in airplanes. Moments captured on camera and old movies stored in the archives are all I have of the surface now. Did you ever hear the saying, maybe the universe is telling us something? Well it started speaking, but humans only have a microscopic understanding of its language.
By Susan Cardosi4 years ago in Fiction
Ray of Sunshine
“Hi, I’m Eli!” The bartender’s eyebrow twitched, the slightest indication that he had heard the person sidle up to the bar. He made no attempt to greet the stranger – Wait, scratch that – the kid. Chubby cheeks flushed red from the frigid November air and large eyes filled with blissfully ignorant hope told him that the newcomer was barely legal drinking age, if not underage.
By Cacia Gillian4 years ago in Fiction
Waiting For Friday
On Monday I walked in on Julian Phillips and Sarah Elliot making out in the girls toilet in the third floor bathroom. They had their tongues down each other’s throats, making all kinds of noises. I went in and just froze, my frantic heartbeat swallowing my ‘excuse me’ and turning it into an “Errrp.”
By Erin A. Sayers4 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Rose: Pt. 1
Chapter 1: The Dream The rose was laying there lifeless on the balcony as if it hasn't been touched. Blowing in the midnight spring breeze, Jamila can see herself standing there watching the rose as its red color shine in the moonlight. She tries to reach for it, but the more she reaches the more it becomes too far to touch. Then suddenly, she wakes up from a dream that she can't explain but can think of it as an illusion of her thoughts.
By Sorelle.Maia4 years ago in Fiction
The Decimation of Jezebel Truitt
I watch her constantly. Jezebel is the Queen of Follett High. Every girl wanted to be her, every girl but me. I, Jenny Savar, didn’t want to be her. I wanted to challenge her. There was only one thing in this school she wanted, but didn’t have. That one thing was Jesse Trumen, captain of the soccer team and hottest guy in school.
By Erica Ables4 years ago in Fiction
Inviting Prosperity
The festival had a welcoming roar of customers and tenders talking about the Lunar Festival, the crackling of firecrackers seeped through the chatter around me. Bright lights glowed through the red lanterns, they glistened above my head like a sea of warmth. Too excited to notice my friend has tried to pull away from me.
By Belinda S Cortes4 years ago in Fiction
The Standwell Estate
Charlie Rue. Fashionable. Elegant. Daring. Wonderful. He moved with grace across the ballroom dance floor. He knew all eyes were on him, though no one else thought him aware. Charlie walked with a purpose and in no time came to stand beside Greer Colborn. He was thought to be secretly courting her, after all they had known each other for quite some time. Almost 12 years to be exact.
By Erica Ables4 years ago in Fiction
