Young Adult
Off the Edge
“It was sunset, I think.” Lea was sitting across from her father in Harley’s Hut on the fourth day of their hike across the Craggy Mountains. A hiker’s breakfast of canned tuna, crackers, avocado, and two mugs of hot chocolate sat between them on the roughly hewn wooden table. “I don’t know why, but morning somehow feels different to the evening, even in dreams apparently.”
By Caitlin Swan4 years ago in Fiction
The Black Bull of Norroway
The wind is swift today; the highland grasses are swaying. The stalks bob up and down with each gust, rippling like the wavelets of the ocean. In a fit of inspiration, I undo my braid and let my hair loose to the winds. My hair is wavy, bright orange to match the freckles that spatter my face. It billows out behind me and for a moment I am lost in wild bliss.
By Anna Hamilton4 years ago in Fiction
A Different Kind of Bull
His aunts and uncles whispered about him in hushed tones throughout the birthday party. He was a sensitive child, one that was always prone to crying, and with his change in behavior, he quickly became the laughing stock to everyone in his grade. He couldn’t help it. Because of his sudden fear of bulls, he now stood out in embarrassing ways, and it wasn’t long before he became known to them as Angus. The children mocked him with that name at any chance that came up, and the poor boy just remained quiet about his nickname. The sad thing was that he actually loved animals, including bulls, but still, he was now afraid of the massive beasts.
By Patricia L.4 years ago in Fiction
Drenched Dancing
The liquid limelights dazzle me. An abstract smile dances across my face-not a girl next door smile, not a cheesy, forced grin, but a lopsided widening of my mouth that reveals my mammoth teeth. The liquor in my chest seems to seep through my mouth and eyes and out into the world, swimming about in a unified, vibrational hum.
By Isabel Dilena4 years ago in Fiction
Friday Night Hangout On The Farm
I couldn't wait to get my chores done on grandpa's farm this particular day. It was Friday evening, and Chase, Adam, Trevor, and I were meeting at Ben's farm. Adam got his older brother to buy us some beer, and I had some weed to share. We weren't a rowdy group. Most Friday nights, we drove the pickup out to the far end of the pasture, built a fire, and just sat around a fire drinking and laughing. We had been sneaking out here since we were thirteen years old and sneaking cigarettes from our parents.
By J. Delaney-Howe4 years ago in Fiction
Then Ben Met Dasiy
Around 2019 I was on a date with a beautiful woman Dasiy, the restaurant served an Italian special which was about a 20-minute walk from Dasie's apartment. Walking Daisy home after our date, I always loved looking into her tender eyes when we would talk. It was our third date, I was excited to try and kiss her goodnight. Her smile reminded me of home, her eyes were the feeling of a cosy night in next to a fireplace with a blanket on a rainy day. She was my type before I even knew I had a type. Her body man!! Halle Barrie and Michelle Phifer all in one.
By Nicola Owusu 4 years ago in Fiction
Grab the Bull by its Horns
“Liliana,” my mother yells up the stairs, “we’re leaving now!” Shoot! I apply one last layer of lip gloss and look straight at myself in the mirror. What is that saying again? Something about grabbing a bull by the horns? That’s what I need to do. With one last rake through my hair with a comb, I grab my shawl and practically fall down the stairs, taking two steps at a time. My mother absolutely hates it when I'm late.
By Grace Yuergens4 years ago in Fiction
