Young Adult
THE GLITTERATI ☆ prologue
PROLOGUE ☆ ONE LESS GLITTERATI The Galleria, Glittera Falls Auction Round 1 THE GALLERIA was packed to capacity, every seat hosting one of the glitterati, the elite and wealthy individuals that made up more than seventy-five percent of the population in the town built on the riches of a select few. The occasion tonight was one of the utmost importance, a night in which bidding held an entirely different meaning. The subjects stood on marble platforms lining the stage in the center of the lavish gallery, ready to subject themselves to their heartless buyers if it meant becoming one.
By Angel Davis4 years ago in Fiction
Wretched and Divine
It started when we stole Mrs. Cunningham’s brand new Lexus. Actually, it started when Anna stole Mrs. Cunningham’s brand new Lexus. She was working valet at the country club and I was walking out the door to smoke a menthol cigarette under the veranda and out of sight of my mother who was upstairs picking the bacon out of her Cobb salad and waiting for me to come back to her interrogation. Today’s topic was what I was doing with my life, who I think I should become, why I broke up with Tyler a week before homecoming. Anna was wearing a hideous blue polo but her black hair was like raven feathers. I stopped and stared for a minute, cigarette hanging from my lips, lighter raised but not lit. She caught me, because of course she did, she was always faster than me. I shivered despite the Carolina summer sun and wished I had worn jeans instead of a sundress. Anna waved me over and I walked on shaking legs. She plucked the cigarette out of my lips and snapped it in half.
By Carly Herriges4 years ago in Fiction
Metropolis -- Chapter 1
Prologue Published before Chapter 1 New Chapter to come every 2-4 weeks Chapter 1 “Rainey!” mama yells as I’m coming up the path with exasperation, “The mail transport just delivered a package from Metropolis for you.” Mama is trying to catch her breath while looking wild-eyed in anticipation of me opening the parcel delivered. I read the inscription on the paper package that says: Rainey Smalls of Sunflower Fields, Station: Atlanta – Urgent. “The mail transport said he is heading back to Metropolis tomorrow. All residents of Atlanta who are leaving for this year’s cropping in 3 weeks have to fill out the forms and deliver back to him at 8 hours past tomorrow morning at the transport cars!” mama exclaims with excitement and a hint of nervousness as well. I will be the first in our family to travel the distance to Metropolis.
By Crystal Green Stinnett4 years ago in Fiction
Metropolis
I intend to post ae new chapter a month. Please stay tuned and I hope you enjoy. Prologue It’s been 30 years since the war destroyed most of America and multiple EMP’s strategically demolished the power grid across our once powerful nation. Historically, war is over land or natural resources, but this war was for power. Russia wanted to be the Superpower that America was. Russia created treaties with other power nations such as China, Iran, and Britain and brought America under attack in what is known as World War III. After 8 years of America fighting on her own soil against missiles, atomic and ground warfare, America took the greatest hit of all. Russia hit America with nationwide spread of EMPs, also known as electromagnetic pulses, which took out all of America’s computerized and electronic abilities. The final EMPs to strike were America’s fall. What little had been left standing through the years of atomic bombs, ground warfare and missiles had been depleted when the electronic grid was destroyed. The electronic system crashing nationwide prevented factories from running, food being processed, oil from being distributed. The EMP’s took away every known way of life known to America.
By Crystal Green Stinnett4 years ago in Fiction
First Date
“C’mon, just have one beer before you go.” Leo pleaded with him in his usual way. It was a ritual of his. There was the first beer, then after it came the ‘one-more’, and then the ‘one-more-no-more’, and the one after that. Once in his company, it was hard to escape.
By Clint Zold4 years ago in Fiction
Destined to Fall
ANYA The woods continue to darken as I walk among the trees. Snow, pure snow falls silently around, encasing the earth in silence. How can something be so beautiful yet so deafening at the same time, so dangerous yet so pure and innocent looking. It's like my thoughts never stop screaming and running through my head in a never ending cycle. Silence surrounds me, why do my grandparents live so damn far away. If I hadn't followed that stupid wolf then I wouldn't have lost the road. Yet here I am lost in the forest due to a distraction. As I chomp through the woods darkness finally ascends. “Great now it's dark too, as if this day couldn’t get any worse.” I grumble with frustration.
By Daniell Frovarp4 years ago in Fiction
The Daring Little Goddess
The crowd in the stadium was roaring loud enough that the dirt floor of the practice chambers underground rumbled. Valeria had had enough of the show and tell. She absolutely hated it. And she had let Stavros, king of the gods, know exactly how she felt. That was how she ended up here... Wrapping her knuckles in cloth and spitting blood, from a split lip, on the dusty ground. In the dim torchlight the blood looked black as pitch.
By Miya Scheid4 years ago in Fiction
Something Wrong (Part I)
The dispatch station was the dullest and most constricted space in their entire Collegeville office. The sole source of light was the monitors, whose blue screens were taunting their eyes for whole days; The frequent cases of migraine were only one of the counter effects. The ones with dispatch duty were considered more unfortunate than the ones with the actual investigation melodrama. And being alone in there, it was precisely one of the most magnanimous nightmares of the newbies in the force. And today, it was Michelle’s turn for measuring her tolerance.
By Chacko Stephen4 years ago in Fiction
A Very Fine Line
Seventeen year-old Liam Prentice was nervous. Nervous like he had never been before. It wasn’t because of the scratch that he had put on his mother’s Ford at the shopping centre last night. Nor the tense phone call of that morning from his girlfriend, after he had left her stranded, following said shopping centre incident. It wasn’t even the job interview which had been arranged for that very afternoon at the local supermarket.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters4 years ago in Fiction
