Young Adult

A Blind Girl
I had heard that love is blind, but it is so blind. I had neither heard nor seen it This is the story of Zamal and Abraham
By Mohammad Arif4 years ago in Fiction
Trapped Under Ice
Faerie and Ason walked slowly through the village. They couldn’t hold hands, because it would attract too much attention, but their hands would occasionally brush softly against each other as they walked. Each time it happened Faerie felt a jolt of electricity in her body and a swirl of emotions in her stomach. She wanted to kiss Ason again, but that would definitely attract too much attention. Kissing was something people in the Republic simply did not do.
By Dawn Salois4 years ago in Fiction
Between Love and Hate
“Wait!” He commanded as he struggled to slip on his tailored navy suit jacket while exiting the restaurant. He pushed his way through the crowd, quickly making his way down the plaza steps, nearly missing the last, “Fuck.”
By Alex Alcala4 years ago in Fiction
The Bull With Familiar Eyes
I am running so fast my joints feel displaced. Sweat is soaking my pores like hot, thick candle wax. My heart feels like an angry prisoner trying to escape his cage. I must outrun him. I must. My feet keep sinking into the sopping wet mud with every step I take. I hear him grunting, breathing so loudly it’s waking all the jungle animals.
By Soul4 years ago in Fiction
Down By the River
It was when mum called me out of the river for lunch I noticed the shiny black car pull into the campground. I hoped that other children would tumble out of that big car, as much as mum likes to take me camping, she doesn’t like to swim in the river or play with me. She reads books all day, sometimes I think she forgets I’m here.
By KWP 4 years ago in Fiction
On Night in Bangkok
It was the loud cackle telling Reggie she was headed in the right direction. Even though it had been over ten years since she had been with Evie or Sarah, she recognised that bellowing hyena laugh anywhere.
By KWP 4 years ago in Fiction
Bullheaded
Another day, another town, another so called antique, another waste of time Fred thought. Every time he got the call about a rare collection piece it turned out to be nothing. Here he went again though following a lead, he huffed. Soon he would be at the town ironically called “The Town” and he could see if this so called antique was rare and worth anything.
By Rebecca Hackney4 years ago in Fiction
North of May
Was it a dream? Was it magic? It was certainly more than coincidence or chance. Perhaps serendipity. Whatever it was, it changed peoples’ lives in miraculous ways. That’s part of what gave this place its charm and fame… and yet, to many locals, it was a secret.
By Aliya Saige4 years ago in Fiction
A Cartridge in a Bare Tree
Leah was on her phone as Perry walked out of the bathroom, still drying his hair. He’d just finished taking a shower & had nothing but a bath towel wrapped around his waist. She had the phone pressed to her ear, intent upon listening, hoping that Corbin would finally pick up, & so hadn’t noticed his meager attire.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock4 years ago in Fiction
Cherry Tree High School
It is 7:30 A.M. and I don't want to get out of bed this morning. Blurry eyed, I attempt to switch off the blaring alarm that is causing my ears to pop like popping candy, pull the covers over my head, and let out a huge groan.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Dance
No matter how many times you take yourself out of an equation, that sole memory will always remain. It's been five years since we shared our last dance on the frozen pond behind your mother's house, yet I've been playing the memory over and over again as if it had just occurred yesterday. It's been five years of me pleading for you to come back, of me pleading for your return.. and although I know you will never come back, I can't ever find myself to allow myself to move on. Five years. Five years since our last dance. The last time we held hands. The last time we shared a kiss. Dammit Claudia, why did you have to go? You promised me you'd stay. You promised me that you'd get better. You promised. We were supposed to grow old together. We had plans to grow old together, watching the sky change colors as you laid your head on my shoulder. You weren't supposed to end your story before the climax, Deb.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
All The Words
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Cami asks, her dimple clear. Her dimple shows up even when she’s yelling at someone, making her seem less serious. And right now it serves to mask some of her worry.
By J. D. Everly4 years ago in Fiction