Young Adult
The Great Zoo Baseball Game
The Great Zoo Baseball Game The sun was shining, the crowd was buzzing. It was a beautiful Zoo Baseball day. The Red Horns Vs The White Paws in the Championship. Who would win? Nobody could say. Pitching for the White Paws was Peacock. The rookie that dazzled with his flashy feathers and sizzling heater. While throwing for the Horns was Flamingo, a tricky lefty rumored to be a cheater.
By R. S. Bliss4 years ago in Fiction
Keymaster's Gate
“Kira, go for it!” Acknowledging the signal, Kira reached for the item dangling from a chain around her neck. With no time to consider pulling it over her head, she yanked, the silver chain snapping as she pulled the relic free, ignoring the slight pain that the ripping of the chain left on the back of her neck.
By Luke M. Curren4 years ago in Fiction
Old Flame
I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw him. There was no doubt it was Nathan. He was tall, lean but muscular, his dark hair was shaggy and in need of a haircut, and his walk was one of a kind. It screamed confidence, boldness, and determination. That's who Nathaniel Pierce was.
By A.R. Tanner 4 years ago in Fiction
The Truth about Strange Town: Dave David
Dave here, signing on. If you’re listening to this recording, welcome! And — how did you get access to my private files? My name is Dave David — no, I’m not kidding — I’m an ex-journalist who abandoned his family because he was too cowardly to tell them the truth, and this is my story.
By Holly Ruth4 years ago in Fiction
Feathered Endings
Blinking in the brilliant light, my eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden light. I struggled to adjust to the fresh air and the sounds of everything around me. Things I had heard long ago such as birds and their whistles, have since existed only in my dreams. Now exposed to the real thing and I am overwhelmed to say the least. I took some sunglasses I had folded in my shirt and put them on to help with my sight. My eyes are watering so bad from the light that I stop trying to see with them and instead close them completely and listen to the birds speak to each other. I can also hear some sort of clopping. As time goes on and my eyes grow more accustomed to the light, I start to steak small peaks at the world through quivering eyelids.
By Mikayla Decker 4 years ago in Fiction
Delusional Decisions
After a long day at work, my mother's hands worked tirelessly: chopping vegetables for dinner, mending our clothes, even repairing the radio if needed. I loved her hands and admired them. I wanted to be strong like her, but at the same time I can’t be. I gladly would if I weren’t so delusional.
By Missy Roberts4 years ago in Fiction
Cari and the Red Dot Adventure
I was smart enough to skip the ninth grade and be enrolled in high school as a sophomore. My mom said I was probably too smart for my own good, although she said that with a chuckle. Maybe she’s right. Also, my dad sits on the town school board, and he was unsure of the wisdom of this move. Nevertheless, I was determined to prove myself.
By Ed N. White4 years ago in Fiction
A Mother's Priority | Chapter 3
Lola's first birthday. One year. We've made it one entire year with our little girl. Or.. I have, at least. Tate has been in and out of our lives, trying to claim how he was sick and tired of the cries coming from the little girl he swore he never wanted in the first place; but he was always back the next day to remind Lola about how she was the only special girl in his heart. I guess I shouldn't complain. I should just be lucky that my baby's dad wanted to stay in our lives. Hell, my own father couldn't even handle the responsibility of staying in his little girl's life.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
