Young Adult
The Order of Lunarius: Return of the King
Chapet 2: Ashlyn is one of my close friends who I share a lot, we both like the same programs, both of us don’t take shit from just anyone, and she personally likes to hug me alot also. As we approached the group she looked up from her phone, only to say the most unexpected thing.
By Dragon Kia4 years ago in Fiction
Metropolis Chapter 3
ATTN!! There is a Prologue and Chapter 1 published before this chapter. Chapter 2 Two Days Left I look in the broken mirror to see what kind of a mess I will look like today. I stand about 5’3” and 110 lbs. with long straight brown hair and curvy hips that offset my extremely small upper frame; I am a true pear shape. My eyes are about the only thing I like about my physical features. They are hazel with light blue fog inside a darker blue rim, highlighted with speckles of gold, brown and green. My eyes even change color with my mood or what I am wearing. Today I am wearing a baby blue T-Shirt with a pair of khaki shorts, so the blue is eminent today. I have a deep line that runs horizontally across my chin and a short nose that is not too big or too little for my face. I am nothing much to look at in comparison to Chloe or any other girl for that matter, but I learned not to care long ago. I have no interest in falling in love or marrying anyone. I am good at being a loner and have very few people I choose to spend my spare time with. Even though the war is over and there is a new government in place, you can never be too careful about people.
By Crystal Green Stinnett4 years ago in Fiction
The Misfits Ch's: 5 & 6
(Chapter 5) Jake woke up to the sound of his alarm clock; as soon as he realized he was awake, he immediately sat up in his bed. Memories from the night before came flooding back into his mind, the sight of Dylan's dead body burned his thoughts to the point that he placed both of his hands on the sides of his head and cried. Each one of the team had a special story of how they joined. Red, who's name was Matty, had just been discharged from the Marines for setting an entire field of Marijuana on fire to get his platoon high. Carlos, Black, had been an antihero who'd gotten famous for killing pedophiles and cutting off their willies. Scott, Green, had sent his abusive step dad into a tornado for beating his mom one too many times. Each of them had nowhere to belong and the Misfits became their home... their family. Dylan was one of the original 4 members, along with Jake, Lucas, and Grayson (Purple,Yellow, and White). Jake had known him since they were both 17, so to see him executed right in front of him... That made for a tough morning that day. Suddenly, Red walked into the room without bothering to knock.
By Carlos Guerra4 years ago in Fiction
Story: Ending 1(Title Pending)
Casper was out during a cold fall night. Dressed in her usual muted red and black My Chemical Romance shirt, fishnet sleeves, black and silver platform boots, black jeans and rainbow coffin earrings, she walked towards a house door, the night air blowing her pony-tailed blonde hair gently behind her. Slowly, she opened it and slipped inside the dark room, the door clicking shut quietly as she closed it. Casper snuck across the room, her boots making small thumping sounds on the wooden floor, and came to the couch, where there was a purse. Casper grabbed it and rummaged through it, until she found a wallet, which she opened and took some money from. She put the wallet back in the purse and walked out of her house, carefully closing the door behind her. Outside again, she walked to a bush, where she hid her muted gray-pink backpack with silver pins and put the money inside. Then she ran down the sidewalk, towards a small cluster of stores about a block away. Once there, she stopped, catching her breath and slowing down. She wasn’t exactly in a hurry, but she wanted to get away from her home as fast as possible. Casper took out a small slip of paper from her pocket and read it in the streetlight. Meet us at the Old Warehouse on Mobark Street at 11:30pm tonight. Bring whatever you feel is important - Fabien and Chem. The note was signed by her friends using their nicknames. She checked her phone once again. 11:29pm, it read. She walked towards an old building and stopped, thinking she saw movement near some trees. When no movement was seen again, she shrugged it off as her imagination and started pacing around the front of the Warehouse. She checked her phone again and again, until she heard laughter in the distance around 11:37pm. In the streetlight, two female figures emerged, one taller than the other. The laughter was coming from them. As they came closer, Casper was able to see them better. The taller one had a penguin hat, medium brown hair, glasses, a gray-blue jean jacket with a black undershirt, black leggings and black sneakers. She was Walking towards Casper with her hands in her pockets. The shorter one had shoulder-length dark-brown hair, a green t-shirt with a biohazard symbol on the top right part, an unzipped blue jacket over it, a red scarf, black leggings, black fingerless gloves and brown, ankle-height brown heel-less boots. She was waving to Casper, who waved back.
By Chemical Legend4 years ago in Fiction
The Tale of Ferhenmoore: Underworld (Chapter 2)
The cries of tortured souls rang through the blackened corridors of the cave. I grabbed another vial of green smoke and put it in the cauldron. Necromancy is an illegal practice, I thought as I dragged a dead body to an unoccupied table. If I ever got caught doing this, I would surly get the death penalty, then become another tortured soul or, at the very least, be imprisioned for the rest of my life. Actually, I have been caught once, but I changed into my true form before they could catch me. I picked up the vial with my raven-black paws and filled it with the liquid in the cauldron. Yes, paws. I’m a cat. I poured the potion onto the body, a dark tan man with short black hair. He was the muscular type and looked to be around 6’ 10”. He also looked vaguely familiar, but I don’t know why. I said an incantation, my fur getting sparkly with a moon appearing on my forehead in glowing white and rings appearing on my front legs and tail. My symbol, a jagged dark green paw print with a line underneath glowed a little bit brighter on my left front leg. I chanted:
By Chemical Legend4 years ago in Fiction
Finding Her Place
Trigger Warning: abusive fathers, alcoholism, abuse, mention of rape. Read at your own risk. Ever since I was able to remember, I've been bouncing in and out of foster homes; I guess you could say that I've become a stereotypical "foster child" from a very young age. Out of every foster parent I've had the joy of meeting, not a single one of them had ever considered adopting me out from my parents'. My social worker, Katie, once had tried to tell me that I'd never be adopted out because my birth parents cared that much about me to fight for my custody.. but I never believed it. If they cared so much, why'd they always do the stupid shit that sent me back in the first place? Katie was probably just coming up with some elaborate lie to make me feel better about the fact that nobody ever wanted to claim me "for life". It took me seven years to finally learn that the real reason why my parents would fight "so hard" for my custody is so they were able to look good for the neighbors who lived by them. They're the type of people who wanted to look good in the eyes of everyone they came across, despite the truth about who they really were.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
The Misfits Ch's: 3 & 4
(Chapter 3) Jake Pierce crouched over the corner of a rooftop with his sights locked on a subway entrance on the street below. His team had finally discovered the identity of a high profile serial rapist whom they'd been tracking for two weeks. So... Naturally, he was completely focused on making sure that they caught the sick fuck here and now.
By Carlos Guerra4 years ago in Fiction
ECHO MEADOWS
SMACK! Kimber Ross' hand hit the alarm with force. She rolled out of her queen size bed and fumbled down the narrow hallway trying not to knock any pictures off the walls. The cold oak hardwood flooring sent chills up her spine, as it did every morning. Passing through the living room, she wished she had carpet. Once in the kitchen she looked at the dishes in the sink, "not this morning," she thought, "no time." After starting the coffee and waiting for the smell to start filling the cabin, she headed for the shower. The coffee would be done brewing by the time she was ready to go.
By Kristen Renee4 years ago in Fiction
Sissy Johnson
John’s arms and legs had been cleaned and Frank was gently assisting him to remove his shirt when Jack pushed through the crowd that still stood speculating around the tent. “You’ve gotten quite popular, brother,” Jack laughed, and then saw Sissy and John. “Miss Johnson!” he greeted, surprised to find her in one of the men’s tents, though it was his brother’s. “And who is this?” Jack smiled kindly at the boy and handed Frank a letter from Mrs. Richardson.
By Ruth Aliza4 years ago in Fiction
The Prodigy
Julian stood on the playground for the fourth night that week. After school, he finished his homework as fast as he could, then ran down the street to the neighborhood court, to practice until dinner. After dinner he would hit the court again. It was the one thing he loved more than anything else, and he was good at it. The high school coach had invited him to practice with the JV team a couple of months before. Even though he was only in seventh grade, he had run circles around every member of the squad.
By L. Lane Bailey4 years ago in Fiction
Last Days
Chapter 1 ~ Drew~ "If you're viewing this, I'm not here anymore. Stop staring at your phone and glance around for a moment. Tell me what you see. I'm sorry. You're experiencing Earth's last days. If you see this, chances are He's arrived and taken us to his side, and presently you're part of those left to face the next seven years before his complete return. Be warned that these following few years will be more dangerous than any you've ever lived through; remember back to your worst year and multiply it 10, 20, 50, or 100 times. I'm sorry to everyone I've ever hurt. I'm sorry to those I couldn't save. I'm sorry... *end transmission*
By Rip Goforth4 years ago in Fiction
