Young Adult
A New Escape
I stepped through my back door onto the patio. I hoped that once I shut the door I wouldn’t be able to hear the bickering between my mother and father anymore. Sadly I was mistaken. I mean I didn’t know what I was expecting, after all it hadn’t worked any other time. I worked my way to the edge of the patio, and started thinking about what needed to be done today. Not that I cared to think about my chores, I just needed to put my mind towards something else. “Laundry, homework, hanging out with my friend Kass.”
By Nathaniel Mertes4 years ago in Fiction
Finnegan's Marigold
PART ONE 7:30 A.M Dover, New Hampshire The barking alerted us of the imminent invasion. Dark wings swarmed in the sky, attempting to blot out the sunshine. Finn and Rosie were racing the track they carved out around our house, barking at the clouds. The two-legged, red-headed Guardian of the grounds who maintained the perimeter of our land was down on all fours, working in the yard - planting perennials. I had just finished plucking my fourth earthworm from the soil when the barking started. The red-headed Guardian must have created some kind of invisible barrier because while she could roam wherever she wanted, Finn and Rosie were restricted from wandering beyond their track. Luckily for me, the juiciest worms lived in the soil just past the limits of the invisible fence. I needed to quicken my pace.
By Kale Sinclair4 years ago in Fiction
Murray's Gall
Murray was upset, but he had to admit there wasn’t much choice. Margins were slim, they were going to need to cut staff, & Corbin just wasn’t cutting it anymore. Mistakes on his reports, work not getting done, coming in late, leaving early, the number of sick days…. Murray liked the guy—everyone seemed to like the guy—& he’d done what he could to cover for him. But these past few months he’d been spiraling deeper & deeper into some dark place Murray just couldn’t understand.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock4 years ago in Fiction
A Fear of Flowers
Larkin was shaking with fear. A small black crate was sitting innocently in the middle of the marigold field. The marigolds were ridiculously oversized. Instead of being ankle-high, these flowers reached to her waist. Larkin believed walking a path with giant flowers on both sides was one of her challenges, but no, that would be too easy. Conquering her fear of plants was hard. Before coming to the castle, Larkin saw one plant in her entire life. Plants were so vibrant and green that her eyes avoided them.
By Toni Crowe4 years ago in Fiction
A Death Goddess' Mortal Enemy
I groaned as I woke up. The blinding purple lights surrounding me caused my headache to intensify. I tried to rub my eyes but found my hands were tightly bound behind my back. I muttered Icelandic curses under my breath, squeezing my eyes shut as if it would help the pounding in my head. I shook the loose strands from my braid out of my eyes as I attempted to stand up, but my feet were also bound. I opened my eyes and squinted, trying to limit the amount of light I saw. I found that the four walls surrounding me were covered in ornate mirrors. No wonder I had a headache. Other than the fact I had just been knocked out, the mirrors were reflecting the light back and forth in every direction.
By Greek Girl 4 years ago in Fiction
Destiny Intertwined
There thrice lived a young man whose destiny was intertwined with the fate of a young woman. This will not be your typical love your story because love was not what kept these two constantly meeting; but the promise to kill each other once and for all.
By Gracelee Campbell4 years ago in Fiction
The Gatekeeper
“Its time Adrianna”, I open my eyes holding a hand up to block the harsh glare of the Sun. As I show a finger to the Sun, it twinkles. It laughs at me and my predicament. A prisoner in her own choice of prison. Every soul who walks through this meadow knows my name, but none will remember it once they leave. I take a moment to appreciate the meadow around me, filled with beds of vibrant yellow marigold flowers. “Adrianna, it’s time. Please”. The owner of the melodious voice, pulls my attention back to him. The man’s name is Carlos, tilting my head I look at him curiously. He should not be here, it is not his time yet, I can feel it. He is too alive, untouched by the winds of death. His hazel eyes shine against the sun light, he seems so at ease. So at… home. His muscular arms twitch in anticipation and fear as I close the distance between us. “Carlos, I would say it’s nice to see you. But since you interrupted my nap…”. The tremble in his voice, the wriggling of his fingers. He is more than twice my size, he could easily overpower me in the physical sense, all are equal in this meadow. Yet he fears me, trembling like a child would when in trouble, how odd. “I am… I am sorry Adrianna. But, I … its time”. “You must really be desperate, if you are willing to offer me anything”. I take his trembling hands into mine. My small hands fitting in perfectly with his. I intertwine our hands and lead us to the edge of the meadow. It is not his time yet, I know it. But who am I to stop him if he wishes to walk the path.
By Resham Mehta4 years ago in Fiction
The Last of the Summer Sun
Summer starts on the day the flower opens; the enchanted Marigold, left to our kingdom the day the Queen passed, it was her favourite of all the flowers in the gardens. She was such a warm and loving person. The sun shone for her every day of the year, we had no other seasons than summer, no rain unless she called upon it for our crops, no snow and ice, no thunder, no gales. Flowers bloomed before her feet, the grass grew thick and softly around her gardens like her own personal, green carpet and the birds rejoiced every single morning and continued to sing their sweet songs until dusk. Life was good; food was bountiful, the animals were bold and carefree, living among us without fear. It was calm and peaceful. Every day was the greatest here. We loved it; we were the most respected, most loved kingdom this side of the hemisphere. We did not refuse trade, even if they could not afford it, the Queen would let payments slide in exchange for a smile, or a flower. We never hunted or killed, we farmed what we needed and took nothing more, we used up everything we farmed so that nothing was wasted, we did not starve or suffer, and we made sure anyone who needed it would receive help in any way we could… we didn’t ever hate or scream until our lungs were fit to burst. We never feared the creatures that lurked, never feared the dark or the rains, the cold. We never wanted more. Until now.
By Nicola mcfarlane 4 years ago in Fiction
Beginnings and Endings
Marigold and William were best friends since they were in kindergarten. As the years passed, they grew closer and became inseparable. Nothing could affect their friendship, not even the high school that had seen many young hearts weave their love stories within its walls and had witnessed so many heartbreaks over the past three decades since it came into existence.
By Simran Kankas4 years ago in Fiction
