Young Adult

Dragonfly Rising
After leaving Frank at the crime scene, the PC was making her way to the Coven when she saw Judith walking towards her.
By Karen Eastland 4 years ago in Fiction
"A sensual kiss"
On the phone, a call pop up. Riya emerged from the flashback to answer Harsh's call, "Are you ready, Riya? We have to go out today. Be ready at 07:00 p.m." Riya said yes and hung up the phone.
By Ritika mishra4 years ago in Fiction
The Lights in the Darkness
Ember wakes with a start. She had the dream again. Sighing, she rolls over and turns her lamp on, illuminating her attic bedroom in comforting light. Swiping the back of her hand across her sweat-covered brow, Ember sits up and groans. “Why can’t I just get a good night’s sleep?” Her whisper attracted her tabby cat, Neena, who jumped onto her bed. She stretched, her claws digging into Ember’s comforter, before sitting and looking curiously at her human.
By Cyndel Adams4 years ago in Fiction
A Tale of Seven Dogs
Ahh dogs. Where would we be without the noble beasts that sleep in our homes and bark at the mailman, the butterfly, the squirrel, a leaf falling from the tree or the wind changing direction or speed?
By John Fannin4 years ago in Fiction
Free
How did we get here? I remember the day we met. From the moment I first laid my eyes on him, I just knew we’d be entangled for the long hall. He captured my heart the first time he spoke. I was hooked. On August 23rd we took the plunge, tying ourselves together forever. How foolish we were to believe that in our “forever”, nothing would change.
By Shaye B.4 years ago in Fiction
Get Home Safe
Spring break came at a grudgingly slow pace, due to the anticipation of the five teenagers. But once it was here, it was here. The trip had been planned since last year after they'd spent the two weeks in the all too familiar presence of the city they called home.
By AU4 years ago in Fiction
Enkil (A Working Title)
*Still in development. May add more to different parts in the future. Hope you enjoy!* It’s always the same. The nightmares never go away no matter what I do. Every night, the same nightmare. I try my best to avoid it but no matter what I do I’m dreaming again. In my dream, I see a faceless figure move across a hall. This hall is empty and lit only by candles. The hall has a large wooden door on one end while the other seemingly leads nowhere. The dream is always fixed on this door. Something about it makes me uneasy. The intricate design of the handles, and the intimidating structure of the wood. The door itself in its size makes me feel like I’m being watched. No light comes through the door. No sliver or glow escapes the cracks of the wood or the outline of the door. It’s almost breathing like a sleeping monster daring me to come closer. But I’m stuck a few feet away. Is it the door that keeps me where I am?
By Jacob Stockwell4 years ago in Fiction
Longing for Normal
The latest virulent COVID variant swept the country, claiming adults fifty years and older and immunocompromised persons; anyone else under fifty seemed virtually immune. The government declared a mandatory quarantine to rid the country of the virus once and for all. A more radical solution of segregating youth from their families was advised by the Consortium, a think tank of doctors, sociologists, intellectuals and government officials. Defiant families were forcibly separated and sent spartan military camps. My brother and I were sent to Our Lady of Lourdes Preparatory, a refurbished abandoned Catholic boarding school near the sea since our parents fully cooperated, as did most others with the high hopes of getting back to normal. The separation was supposed to only last six months; it’s been fourteen months since I last saw my parents.
By Kim Brewer4 years ago in Fiction
Insides > Outsides
CHAPTER 1: Mrs. Tigra Teaches the Wrong Lesson Theodore Tigra wasn’t the average little tiger. He wasn’t the captain of the basketball or debate team his father wanted and expected him to grow up to be. But Theodore's parents almost controlled the big decisions in his life. His father, Nigel Tigra, was never around because he spent all of his time working as the President of National University. Nigel was rich and powerful, and married a trophy wife. Everyone expected Theodore to grow up in his father’s footsteps. Although he was tall, intelligent, and strong for his age, he enjoyed more relaxed activities like reading books, watching old black and white films, and cooking in the kitchen with his grandmother.
By A.X.Partida4 years ago in Fiction
Rebirth of Innocence
The death of a person’s innocence is slow. Those beautiful days of childhood memories slowly fade away and at the end of it all, you hardly recognize yourself. I miss being able to dream so big, feeling like I could achieve anything. But as you grow older, the pressure of responsibility and adulthood stalks you until you succumb to it.
By P.B Lazarus4 years ago in Fiction
Phantom
I remember it was early one morning in the region known as Halvera Valley. The large land was mostly forests, hills, and towns. It was simple, full of mortals and their mediocre lives, all just trying to get by as the government and the wizard continued to fight for territory ownership.
By Lydia Booker4 years ago in Fiction
Boston Polkasnots
Rushmore was an all-girls private university where covert lesbianism was rampant. Ella's sister Charlotte had a semi-secret relationship with a dread-headed woman named Kenzo, who had just moved back from studying abroad in Prague. Kenzo had many stories about her travels overseas, talking of language learned and time spent dreaming of castles in Old Town Square. Ella vaguely heard Kenzo mention something about the Astronomical Clock, which intrigued her, but she was distracted by the propensity of evening plans. She quickly threw on a snakeskin print skirt and a polka-dot blouse with flats. Mission Hill campuses were only 2 miles from the heart of Roxbury. Still, with buildings popping up left and right, she hoped to avoid city traffic. Maximalism was evident everywhere.
By Danielle Urciullo4 years ago in Fiction