Young Adult
Soul Chains
Bloating I'm not too sure why I'm starting at this point to be honest. Probably because as I sit here on this table feeling bloated as fuck, I remember what I used to do when I had this feeling. This feeling of having consumed so much it's like maybe the more I eat the more I can squash down that empty feeling inside. And then you throw it all up because maybe some of that empty feeling empties out so to speak. Poetry right?
By Rachel’s Rants 4 years ago in Fiction
The Stranger
There have been too many sleepless nights. My back is killing me. I feel like I've strained it. My joints are aching to the point where I don't want to move. I just want to sleep. I want to close my eyes for a few months. There's too much noise. I need silence. Opening my apartment door, I stared blankly inside. Slowly I closed the door, took five deep breaths, and closed it again. I walked in not knowing what to expect. Only the darkness flooded my senses.
By Jasmine Harris4 years ago in Fiction
April Mourning
You’re sprinting through a field, your bare feet soaked in blood. Flesh being exposed from the vines and thistles that snag your nightgown almost as if their existence is to keep you shackled. Imma had told you that they were coming for Denmark next but she didn’t know when. Your family packed to-go bags just in case and everyone went about their daily life, trying not to raise any red flags. The sun had risen and fallen to April when you heard them coming. The city quivered and crowds gathered in the streets. Imma had heard the horror stories and murmurs around town about what they had done in Germany and Poland.
By Hannah Dodero4 years ago in Fiction
The House
It was around midnight when they came across it. In the middle of nowhere, a house, surrounded by long, dead grass. The house had obviously been empty for a long time, and yet, it was in pristine condition. They started towards it, wading their way through the grass, which was almost as tall as them.
By Natalie Measey4 years ago in Fiction
The Genisis
He’s been watching her for months. Eight, to be exact. Since she turned eighteen. He wasn’t happy about it, but he didn’t have a choice. He could’ve been doing something more meaningful, more useful, but no, he was babysitting a girl who may or may not have magical powers.
By Natalie Measey4 years ago in Fiction
Hope For An Escape (Ch. 3-5)
Chapter 3 They say that when you die, your whole life flashes before your eyes. If you ask me, I would say I've died several times, and every time was even more traumatic than the last. Death is not how the people describe it on LMN. Sometimes there aren't people to write about it. Sometimes there aren't even people to realize that it has happened. Even though they were there the whole time.
By latavia owens4 years ago in Fiction
Dirty Yellow Bungalow
It’s exterior had a layer of filth that clung to its cheap vinyl sidings, turning it to a muddied, fading yellow with streaks of brown. It had an almost brown, almost red picket fence that sat crookedly in between the sad excuse for a yard and the sidewalk. The north side of the house had two parking spaces, one for the house and one for the neighbours who ran a massage parlour out of a similarly small but slightly more well put together bungalow. The south side of the house was a charmless alley that nestled itself in between the house and a newer, shining building that had a 3 foot barricade made of stone protecting it from the vermin of Calgary’s east side. The house's backside, which faced west, was a parking area for a company that specialized in industrial vehicle washing mechanisms. The house looked as though it was the only home available to be lived in along the congested and dusty 11th St.
By Neil Jefferies4 years ago in Fiction
Man From The Shadows
Man From The Shadows Part II
By Valdeara Wallberg4 years ago in Fiction
Rimora pt. II
Drake Firas was sitting in his apartment complex on Southward Boulevard, beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead. He placed his two hands on the coffee table in front of him, and a dim blue light emitted from the surface. Drake lifted his hands and a screen appeared before his face. He swiped his hands across the screen, and a list of locations appeared. He looked to the packed suitcase, that was set up at the door. His apartment was nearly cleared out. He had a manipulator that was attached to the back of his head, and ran down his spine.
By Jordan Brecker4 years ago in Fiction
