Young Adult

NI6HTMARE
"You live in a world of repetition. Every day goes as planned, every dream the same as the night before, every thought congruent with what you perceive to be your reality; until the nightmare comes. I am that nightmare."
By Nathaniel Warren4 years ago in Fiction
The Deadly Forest
Windhaven, Oregon, was a quiet small town until three weeks ago. That’s when they started disappearing. According to the 6:00 o’clock news, the total count had risen to twelve, and police investigations to date had provided no clues or suspects. Many of the older residents thought they were runaways since they were all teenagers. Others believed cult activity was responsible since it was approaching Halloween.
By Ava Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
Bleeding Hearts and Bullet Wounds
She was a wonderful liar. Someone who could ask for the clothes right off your back and you’d give them to her without question. In time you would come to see that she never really loved you, and when she noticed her charm wearing off, she’d leave you without a second thought. Just an empty pocketed man holding his bleeding heart, wondering where he went wrong.
By Leela Pribyl4 years ago in Fiction
The Pear Tree
“Who are you?” The question took me by surprise. I had never been asked before and this was the first time I ever had to think about it. Was I my job? The retail position at the mall folding up behind rummaging browsers. Was I my hobbies? The charcoal under my fingernails and the smears of paint on my jeans from the weekend painting. Was I my family? My mom and my two sisters suffocating me with their neediness. Or was I my memories? The shot that rang out in the night out by the old pear tree, the night I went to bed with a father and woke up without one.
By Bianca Grant4 years ago in Fiction
Levi
They took him away. He was dragged kicking and screaming. At 21 years old, he’s old enough to be called “Enemy to the Republic.” But he’s just a boy.
By Emma Laurens4 years ago in Fiction
Apple of Her Eye
Melissa enjoyed sitting below her apple tree. It wasn't really her tree, but she had sat below it for nearly a year. Each day after her mother's classes ended she'd grab her notebook and her walkman on her way to sweat through the afternoon. And each day around 5:30 as the sun weaved through the branches an older girl would ride by on a white bicycle and wave hello as she continued on her way home.
By Lucy Richardson4 years ago in Fiction
Power Pears
Humanity a beloved creation of the gods, once befriended and protected by the superior magical race of dragons. Until the day someone ate a spoiled forbidden fruit. Myths have it wrong, you see they say the first humans ate a forbidden fruit plucking it from the trees. However that’s only half true, the fruit was fallen and easier to reach expecting it to have the same taste Adam ingested the fermenting apple, gaining the influence of negative thoughts. Apples were the fruit of wisdom, knowledge and creativity, yet when they spoiled the thoughts would run cynic.
By Crystal Ayers4 years ago in Fiction
Prickly Pear
"Hey!" Renee didn't hear the word, but she saw the wave, the open mouth, and the frantic college student running toward her. They trotted silently next to each other as Renee counted off the last half mile. Finally she stopped and looked at her roommate, the one who had ignored her all semester. "I didn't know you ran!" Her roommate, Cam, grinned at her. Renee locked her hands behind her back, so she didn't prattle off with something sarcastic like, Oh, you didn't know deaf people could run? Cam stood there for one more minute and then waved half-heartedly, jogging off in the other direction. Renee shook her head and threw open the door to her room, hoping Cam would leave her alone so she could get work done.
By Hannah Marie. 4 years ago in Fiction
Dog Tale
It was a bit warmer than most December days in Oregon but I didn’t mind, it reminded me of my hometown in Texas. It never got very cold down in Dallas, but a seventy-degree December day in Portland was not so common. I had worn my light jacket over my grey uniform button-up at work despite my co-workers' complaints of heat. Most of them had grown up in the Stumptown area and had no concept of how hot it got in the southern half of the US.
By AJ O’Reilly4 years ago in Fiction
Far from the Tree
“I want you to understand,” she said.” This is not some kind of punishment. In a way, it’s an honor if you think about it.”
By Machelle Williams4 years ago in Fiction
A Pear Tree for Me
It was my first summer in east Tennessee. I hadn’t wanted to move there, but my father’s job was more of a priority than my feelings, so we went. We arrived there, and I hated it. Everything was so slow when I was used to the fast-paced life of the city, the food sucked, and one can only hike and see the mountains so many times before it gets boring. I was always more of a beach person, and there are no beaches in east Tennessee. That first summer was an eye-opener for me when I realized I couldn’t get a lot of the same things I could back home, and that I would have to be stuck here for at least three years until I graduated high school (if I didn’t run away and emancipate before then). All I wanted was to be able to do the same things I enjoyed before we moved, but of course, that was impossible.
By J. Lozada4 years ago in Fiction
A Promise Is A Promise
No one knew how that tree got there. Some said it was Will reincarnated. Others thought the widow on old Burns Road had planted it. All I knew was that, however, it got there, and whatever the reason, it didn’t mean any harm.
By Kelly Maurica4 years ago in Fiction