Young Adult

Summer Fallen
The brightness of the white stars can’t compare to the light in her smile. Her teeth and eyes gleam against moonlight while a silver hue illuminates off her blonde hair. Cierra can’t believe Dawn’s sisters don’t see this beauty she holds. Their laughs escape into the warm air. She wonders how it feels for Dawn to have an accompanying voice after getting used to being ignored for thousands of years.
By Veronica Therrien4 years ago in Fiction
The Vampire Princess and The Guard
We texted for about 20 minutes, cracking jokes and remembering our past lives. I see he was writing a text because a bubble with three dots showed up, but it disappeared. I waited for the message, but nothing happened. Another 20 minutes had gone by, and still no text from Sebastian. Something might have caught his attention. I then hear laughing from outside, so I decided to see what was going on. I went towards the window and opened the blinds…
By Y.V. Matos4 years ago in Fiction
Bethany's Song.
Bethany was feeling anxious today. She had butterflies in her stomach and she felt really sick. She was performing on stage at the Rose Gold Theatre later tonight, and she didn't want to be there. So far, she had managed to complete all of the practice sessions with her tutor, and she had made good progress. She had been singing for months, though this was her first stage performance and she was suffering from intense stage fright. She starred at the clock, hoping that time would go by slow. However, time was going faster than she would have liked it to go and it was now 4 P.M. She had ten minutes to get herself together and to get to the theatre.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
The Pear Tree House
The Pear Tree House “Mamma, tell me the story of the Pear Tree House.” – asked Meena, yawning loudly. She was in the living-room’s couch, the only piece of furniture left in the semi-ruined house, cuddling her mother’s soft body.
By Ana Sofia Brito 4 years ago in Fiction
Uncool & Alive
Willow craned her head around the edge of the bedroom door. "Good! Yasmin's not home from the movie yet!" Willow said as she flipped on the light switch and immediately made herself comfortable on her sister's gigantic, paisley-print canopy-bed.
By Tiffany Gordon4 years ago in Fiction
Stubborn Old Ghost
“Go to bed Sheena!” Nicole yelled from the bathroom. Nicole hated sharing a room with her little sister, who was 6 years younger than her. Sheena always wanted to play when Nicole wanted to sleep. Nicole could never understand why Sheena did not have her own room. Never mind her own room, just her own bed. The sisters shared a Queen-sized bed.
By LATANYA N CHATFIELD4 years ago in Fiction
Liquid Courage
The world changed when the glamour lifted. No one is certain what caused it, or what happened to make them come forth from the darkness they hid in. Rumors say the faeries that cloaked the world from the knowledge of the supernatural world retreated with their magic. Others say they were simply tired of hiding. Humans have names for them in legend: elves, dwarves, witches, dragons, vampires, werewolves. Some of them were more dangerous than others, but they learned to adapt and coexist with each other. It was a rough start; for nearly a century humans and nonhumans fought each other, unable to accept that there was a way to live peacefully in coexistence, but soon laws and treaties were formed. After the fear and the wars and the bloodshed had settled, earth was prospering under the love and care of humans and nonhumans alike. The merfolk were aiding in cleaning up the oceans. Sirens songs had the highest ratings on the charts. Vampires worked night jobs that no one else wanted. Werewolves got paid leave each month and crime was at an all-time low. Dwarves controlled the mobs and mafia and oil companies, and elves were bringing back forests and were the world’s top models. Peace, however, never lasted.
By Jordan Dugdale4 years ago in Fiction
What To Do When He's Got a God Complex
I walked with Tom out to his car to say good-bye. It was almost midnight, and it had been another date filled with the kind of conversation that was always more interesting to him. I held open the gate that separated my apartment complex from the street, and we walked in silence to his Prius. He was on his phone, texting one of his clients, but I was grateful for a moment to take a cleansing breath of balmy air.
By Brooke Farrar4 years ago in Fiction
Bull-y
The new guy sat alone in the school cafeteria quietly eating his lunch. He hadn’t spoken to anyone in the three days that he had been in attendance. Aniah, one of the prettiest girls in the whole school, approached his table slowly. Being the Senior Class Representative, one of her duties was to make new students feel welcomed into the school. She had noticed the new guy eating lunch alone for the past two days, and decided that today she wanted to leave her usual table to go chat with him.
By Nicholas Kleinhenz4 years ago in Fiction
Perdita
‘Ari RUN!’ Arimantha woke in a cold sweat, her heart pounding nearly out of her chest at the old nightmare. That particular memory loved to make an appearance anytime she closed her eyes. Arimantha couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a decent nights sleep. Her body ached with a bone- deep tiredness that wouldn’t ease with stretching. Well, that’s what happens when you fail to save your family and everything you loved in one night, she thought. You don’t sleep. You just relive it every time you have a moments peace. As Ari sat up and scanned the room, she noticed through the pale light filtering in that she was the only one awake. A flash of anger sparked through her and Ari clenched her fists, pressing them to her sides to gain control. Fear was the root of this anger. Whilst Arimantha struggled to sleep, it seemed her company did not share her plight. Closing her eyes and taking a steadying breath she decided waking them all now in a fit of rage might make her feel better in this moment. But she would regret it later, especially if Tali had any say in the matter. Cas stirred next to her at that moment, so Ari decided to move outside before her restlessness woke the entire room. An exaggeration really, there were only five others, her dear easy-going Cassian included. The twins slept against the far wall, Aadi and Aadil holding hands as Ari imagined they had in the womb. Talia and Leif curled close under the mantle, both for warmth and comfort. Ari once wished she could share a love with Cas like Tali and Leif had. Just so she didn’t have to feel so alone. But Cas was Ari’s closest friend, her rock all the same. They had all lost their world together. Their families taken by the same evil. The Malum, dark spirits that had burst through the earth and plagued their world for the past ten moon cycles. They had lived without their families for almost as long as they’d had lived with them now. The Loriet, Arimantha’s tribe, along with the Caeli tribe that Leif belonged to, were the first tribes to be attacked. Most thought this tactical as they were the strongest tribes. This however, brought the terrifying thought that the Malum had been studying them before the attacks. The Alrim, Cas’ tribe, fell soon after. There was no fighting back in the first wave of attacks. How did you fight something you never knew existed? That moved like a shadow in the night, bringing its own terrifying cloud of darkness? The answer is that you don’t. Most screamed, ran and just tried to survive the night. The Loriet tried their best to fight back against the unknown force. To give the other tribes time to escape. Their sacrifice worked. That is why most believed Arimantha to be the last of the Loriet, whilst large portions of other, less threatening tribes, remained. Ari’s sisters voice pierced through her head like an alarm bell. She couldn’t help but see it as a warning, no matter how many times Ari woke to that same command. It was as if her sister was still trying to protect her.
By Amie 4 years ago in Fiction
Insomnia
Pets are just animals without jobs, I thought to myself, watching a hedgehog fumble down a flight of cement stairs at the local park.
By Bonnie Joy Sludikoff4 years ago in Fiction
Whose Heart We Had Broken, How Could He Know
They were both sitting in the room. Suddenly Bismillah lit a cigarette and after lighting it, she started a topic, that this love is not love in reality. It is only in stories, tales and myths. Ali replied that this love is love. Love really does happen, this is not the fiction of Laila Majnoon Shirin Farhad Romeo and Juliet. The reality is in these characters. Writers are always inspired by real characters to write novels, stories and fiction.
By Mohammad Arif4 years ago in Fiction