Young Adult

Protect And To Serve
White snowflakes fell from somber skies, the horizon muted by clouds. Children sliding across the ice while shoveling snow off Central Park’s frozen pond. A distant cry of sirens spoke for the people in service of the community.
By Samuel Dybdahl4 years ago in Fiction
The Incomparable Eleanor Dixon
Spring always came late to our farm. But then, spring came late to most of the farms in Clark County. See, Clark County was on the edge of New York, and the winter winds blew with extra bluster off of the Berkshire mountains in Massachusetts to the east. And especially in Clark County. And most especially on the Dixon family farm. Snow still hung on the marigolds by the front porch and the pond behind our barn remained frozen over well into April.
By Zachary Friedman4 years ago in Fiction
The Diner
This one is blank with white and pink Lino, tables, and chairs. The windows peppered with rain coming in off the North Sea. No-fuss. Squeaky clean. Cheap and cheerful, somehow.
By Lottie Finklaire4 years ago in Fiction
In My Head
There are so many ways to end relationships. I think everyone hopes to find the least painful way, this time the ending, like credits at the end of a movie. One particle at a time, polarity began to shift, until the placid attraction became volatile rejection. The end began when I became happy. Instead of angrily demanding things, I gave him freedom and relinquished hope, and for a short time I was happy to get whatever I was given. But, the rush of mutual attraction brought so many pleasant possibilities, as if liking someone and being liked back were all that was needed to try on forever, and I do love that idea. In my head, we have already done everything I wanted to, except I did them all alone and imagined you.
By Whitney Carman4 years ago in Fiction
A Moment's Contemplation
Diana sat silently in the waiting room, staring blankly at the wall in front of her. Various painted sea creatures decorated the wall, the large cartoon eyes seemed to see into her soul, judging her every mistake as their wide smiles mocked her for making them. She knew looking away wouldn’t help the feeling, she’d still feel their eyes burning into her, just like every other time she’d been here. The scent of disinfectant and sickness hung in the air, a scent she knew well, it always made bile rise to the back of her throat.
By Eliana Levine4 years ago in Fiction
Legend of Isherfree
It is a lovely Spring day in the realm of Isherfree. It was said that Isherfree is where the colors had been born eons ago when the world didn’t sparkle. Some believe that to this day, because no matter where you would travel, Isherfree always seemed to be more vibrant than the surrounding lands, even at night. When the moonlight hits the flowers and the trees, it produces an iridescent shimmer like if one would visualize dreams. It was truly magical and held just as much mystery to the inhabitants as do the outsiders or passers by.
By Mike Gingrich4 years ago in Fiction
A Friend in Need, is a Friend Indeed
Once upon a time, a group of monkeys lived in a forest. There were also their two children in the group, who were so naughty that even their parents were very upset with them.
By Mohammad Arif4 years ago in Fiction
The Bridge: Chapter Four
We pressed on into the forest until well after sunup. It was much easier to see our surroundings in the full light of day. The supple grass beneath our feet, darker than the grass from home. The unfamiliar trees, dissimilar to each other and alien in comparison with anything I’d ever seen, leaves broad and uneven, ranging in color from pale green to almost black. The blood on my hands, Amis’ face, Cahira’s bow. Blood was easy to see in the sunlight, filtered as it was by the strangely shaped leaves. There had been a brief discussion about using some of our drinking water to try and wash it off, but we decided against wasting what was arguably our most precious resource.
By Chloë J.4 years ago in Fiction
The Bridge: Chapter 3
The roar of the ocean was barely audible after only a few minutes into the trees. I missed it. I didn’t realize how comforting it was, and how much I was used to hearing it after a lifetime near the sea. It was probably a good thing we couldn’t hear it, as it could potentially conceal the sounds of nearby threats. The inclines and declines must have been a part of a larger slope that took us higher over the waves and farther from the water. Not for the first time, I wondered who built the bridge, and how long it had taken them. I wondered if they built it to have trees, if they intended that all along or if that happened after hundreds of years of abandonment. After the earth took back what was hers.
By Chloë J.4 years ago in Fiction
The Bridge: Chapter Two
It was almost silent as the three of us walked towards the edge of the bridge the next morning. I only heard the sound of the waves as they gently explored the shore before returning to the deep. The sun played on the horizon, toying with the idea of rising. Mist sat on the ocean, and had risen to cover the bridge as well. Behind us, the city walls rose to hide all but the tallest of our buildings.
By Chloë J.4 years ago in Fiction
The Bridge: Chapter One
Branches slashed my face as I sprinted through the woods. I clutched knives in my sweaty hands as I raced down the familiar rabbit trail. I pushed myself to go faster. Soon it would be too late, and I couldn’t fail. Not this time. Behind me, a branch cracked and I spun around without hesitation and sent my knife spinning to its mark.
By Chloë J.4 years ago in Fiction
On Frozen Pond
I had seen it the previous winter when the pond had frozen over, and I had to confirm what I had seen was true. Nobody believed me last winter, and it was so bad that I was sent to ‘an old friend.’
By Dean Gee4 years ago in Fiction