Young Adult
Across the Night Sky
The Bifrost, the bridge that carried the spirits of fallen warriors to the halls of the gods, was described as a "rainbow of three colors". Whether this applies to the Northern Lights themselves, or merely the Norse lacking names for some of the colors/shades that appear in a standard rainbow is up for debate.
By Natasja Rose4 years ago in Fiction
30B
Boarding. For the Cabin Crew, the final stage of the said procedure was too familiar. Be it as comfortable as brushing one’s teeth, even when one’s sleepiest in the early morning. However, for the passengers themselves, the procedure was a mission. Each and every one of them, were in the very midst of their own conflicts. They would squeeze or scurry through the aisles, with either a hand luggage or child’s arm in hand. Or would either show signs of heavy impatience, showing no care whatsoever. Regardless, finding the right seat, aka their designated seat was their one and only objective.
By Sandani Wijetunga4 years ago in Fiction
Where I belong
Mai came to pick me up at the airport early Sunday morning once I landed. I had begged her not to because she needed to get some rest for work, but she said she couldn't wait to see me, so I had stopped fighting her, knowing she was going to to what she wanted anyway.
By Luna de Leon4 years ago in Fiction
Chrysalism
Chapter One - Welcome to Hell Sleeping with both eyes shut was never an option. Not in this hell hole. St. Cadence’s Orphanage was far from being holy. I was abandoned here when I was born, having no recollection on who was the mutt who left me to live a godforsaken life in this place that was supposed to give me shelter.
By Thainá Kühn4 years ago in Fiction
Life as we know it..
"PUSH" I laid back on the grassy knoll while I listened to the yelling and commotion coming from inside the small, midwife trailer behind me. Mum had been in labor for thirty-two hours and we were at the tail end of the 'miracle of life'. Whoever coined that term should be disowned, the last day and a half had been enough to persuade me into a life of celibacy. Not that repopulation was something I had any interest in anyway, especially after the disaster.
By Brooklynn Brown4 years ago in Fiction
"Hashtags Alike," Book One
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By The Dramas of a Square4 years ago in Fiction
My S.E.D. Label
When I was in high school, the guidance counselors and social service caseworkers gave me the label of S.E.D. I never understood what they meant. No one even bothered to explain their words to me. All they gave was psycho-babble and stern looks. Who cares, right? He’s just another messed up teenager with no future, except a life of drugs and crime. Didn’t anyone think to dig deeper beneath the crusty layers and help me? Finally, several years later, someone came into my life and made a difference. He was my therapist and he told me that label meant: I was Severely Emotionally Disturbed. I immediately disagreed. Yes, I was messed up—but severely, not really. There was more to me than the label. I just wanted everyone to understand.
By J.M. Troppello4 years ago in Fiction
Exploring the Choices Ducks and Humans Must Make to Survive
The global pandemic hit the economy in a way that wasn’t dissimilar to the existential risk that ducks face each year in areas with variable climates. Some fly south in search of warmer weather. Others opt to stay and develop a survival strategy. For those that choose to stay, finding a place to reside with enough food until their favorite pond thaws is a priority.
By Anthony Chan4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamer - Prologue
"Hurry up, Alexis!!" I heard my dad yell from downstairs. I took a look around at what used to be my bedroom for the very last time. Now the was completely empty and filled with the sadness I'll leave behind as I moved on to a new life. People always tell you that you can never escape your past, but that won’t stop anyone from actually trying. I didn't want to leave this house. This was my childhood. I grew up here. I did everything here. I got ready for my first day of kindergarten here. I had my first "very serious" crush here. My first memory is from being in this place. My first heartbreak was conceived inside this very bedroom. I had experienced everything inside this house.. inside this town.. and now, now I had to leave it all behind. I was moving away from all the memories, good and bad, and most importantly, I was moving away from my only true best friend.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
