Young Adult
Harold Clarke is Happy.
The door creaked shut, as a young woman briskly left suite #402 of The Mapleshade condo complex. It was about 3:30 pm in Idaho Falls, Idaho, as a man in his late 60s finished bidding a pleasant farewell to his granddaughter, Allison. After several labored hours, she was able to finally show her grandfather how to check his email, which was unsurprisingly bursting messages. He always appreciated her visits, even when the bulk of their time was usually spent by Allison doing tech support. Still, he always tried to sneak in questions about her personal life while she was hard at work. She’s quite the secret keeper, so any news about a possible new boyfriend or an annoying coworker was a win in his book. When she had finished her complimentary coffee and was sure her grandfather could get back onto Gmail on his own, they said their goodbyes and he watched her drive away. That was the highlight of his week.
By Trevor MacDonald4 years ago in Fiction
If We Ever Get Separated, Meet Me By The Tree
She said to meet her by the pear tree if we were ever separated. So overprotective, mama, I had told her, which got me labeled as precocious. At age seven, I knew it all. At nine, even more. But in spite of my brazen disposition, our Saturday morning visits to the cozy town square lasted all the way to age 11, which, in the bigger picture of all the families in the world, is pretty impressive.
By Bonnie Joy Sludikoff4 years ago in Fiction
Vampire Haven
Chapter 1: It all begins with a girl Jake walked down the hallway of his school early that morning. He watched as leaves fell outside through the windows along the one wall. Even the large pear tree that his class planted and raised over the years was finished for the season. He liked autumn. It was a beautiful time of year.
By Lydia Booker4 years ago in Fiction
Zombie
Whenever I had watched horror movies of serial killers or war movies that the people fight with swords. There is always so much blood and gore. I absolutely love it. Well Mark and I do. Alice, not so much. But this was different. My hands trembled, I now felt the pain in my arms from swinging the metal pipe over and over. It was like I just did one thousand push-ups. I couldn’t lift my arms. My body was covered in this person, blood, skin, an eyeball. There was a mirror in the gym room we were in. I looked at myself. I didn’t see the same kid looking back. The same kid with brown eyes, black messy hair, with a goofy smile, and a slim body. No this was a different person. I had never seen it before. The blood slowly dripped down my bare chest to my jeans. When I lifted my foot off the ground it was simply dripping of the blood that is now covering me. I looked to the corner where Alice was staring at me. Her clothing was ripped, her pointy nose was broken, and her long dirty hair had dirt, oil and now blood in it. Even though she looked different than when I first met her. I looked down at the corpse that was once a classmate. I knew then at that moment. The world is not going to be the same anymore.
By Daniel Chow - Hale4 years ago in Fiction
Nowhere But Here
I was drowning. It was a dream, but it was vivid. I felt the water getting inside my lungs, for a second thought about crying, but there were no tears in my eyes, just around me, an ocean of sorrows and regrets, was being swallowed by it, suddenly I woke up.
By W. A Faraday4 years ago in Fiction
