Young Adult
Who Dunnit?
Young Freddy was an avid fan of mysteries and science fiction. He lived with his Mom and Dad and his older sister Suzanne on a farm on the outskirts of Vancouver. Being a farm boy, the thirteen year old lad had his share of chores to do, including milking the cows. When he milked the cows, he liked to carry his cellphone and listen to music from Spotify.
By Marco den Ouden4 years ago in Fiction
Cookie Tin
He's home and I flip open my phone and see it's 2am. I pretend to be asleep. The woman in the living room is painting her toe nails. He slams into the couch to kiss her shoulder, but she just yells about the paint job he ruined. I can hear glass crashing into the wall. She giggles and plays it off, begging for a smile. He starts yelling for the first time in years and his denial breaks into boiling hatred. With every breath my mind screams "Go!" The windows in the house are all barred except the kitchen window. That window is my only chance.
By Karen Cruz4 years ago in Fiction
The Socks, or Where You Meet My Charming Sister
Sometimes I don't know why I even bother. It's like talking to a wall. My sister, Jessie, is the most impossible person that ever was. This argument had gone on for days, and we weren't any closer to ending it--and it's all over socks.
By Jennifer Eager4 years ago in Fiction
Haven Parts
One day Sage chanced upon a strange rock in a burial tomb. It seemed to shatter into soft dust, like limestone, it had a golden glow to it. She became obsessed with the idea of rubbing it into her knees, elbows, all of her legs to heal herself. This must be the last part of the spell.
By Layla Angel4 years ago in Fiction
Soulless
What makes a human being a human being? Is it the simple indescribable thing that makes them what they are? Their likes and dislikes? Their pain and suffering? If you were to distill a human being into something what would that result create? The answer to that is something that all humans would cling to forever if given the chance to: the soul.
By Savier Silva4 years ago in Fiction
Riley's Run
The wind embraced him as if to push him away from the old paint chipped window on what had to be 100 stories up as he gazed out on this beautiful morning for what he believed to be the very last time. The apartment building had been abandoned for several years but the leftover "state of the art" security system had him locked in for what was five nights and days now. He staggered back like a 90 year old man while reaching out towards the snow white colored clouds. They seemed so close now.
By Conlan Geddes4 years ago in Fiction
Waiting Room. V+ Fiction Award Winner.
Sitting in yet another waiting room, I learn that Adam Sandler is the director and producer of The Price is Right. Not that Adam Sandler, silly. Not the Big Daddy, ultra-rich but casually dressed Adam Sandler we all know and love.
By Erin Latham Shea4 years ago in Fiction
Folly and Ignorance
He rolled over on his bare mattress and opened his eyes to see Shakespeare sitting on his futon with a bowl of popcorn, watching a movie. He rose up suddenly and rubbed his eyes and all he could manage to say was “Billy? What are you watching?” He shook his head unable to comprehend how he could have just called one of the world’s greatest geniuses of literature, ‘Billy’. But ‘Billy’ didn’t seem to mind, he was laughing at the movie, he slapped his leg and looked over at Sebastian.
By Raine Fielder4 years ago in Fiction
Death Dreams Dire Wolves: Part Six
Chapter Eleven: Fountain Manzer thrashes around in the water, fighting for dear life against whatever it is that has a hold of his angle and doesn't not seem to want to let him go. The grip is so strong that Manzer can almost feel the circulation in his ankle being cut off as the icy fingers of this thing pull with full force. The current created of him being pulled is a strong one and the confusion it creates as it yanks Manzer around makes it almost impossible to fight back.
By Epitome Publishing4 years ago in Fiction
