Young Adult
I Promise I Will Always Be There For You
To my greatest treasure, so precious and forever grateful to have in my life, Norah. Before I get into any recent events, I need to apologize. There hasn't been a day that I haven't noticed how sad you've felt and how frustrated you've been with everything. I may never be able to fit in your shoes perfectly to understand exactly how to hurt you've become, but I know enough to know you're broken.
By Umama Zahir 4 years ago in Fiction
The Reckoning
The Reckoning It was late April when Winnie’s turquoise thunderbird sped down our dirt road in a cloud of dust. The sky was blue, bluer than a robin’s egg, and the grass was still damp from the storm the night before that had all of us huddled in the cellar. I stood on the front porch and watched her with my arms crossed over my chest, loose dress tickling my ankles.
By Marissa Green4 years ago in Fiction
Mariposa and the Marigold
She was eleven years old. Her name was Mariposa. She liked to think that her parents named her after a butterfly (mariposa means "butterfly"), but as it turned out, her parents saw the name on a road sign on the way to the hospital and thought it was pretty. They didn't even know what it meant after Mariposa herself looked it up.
By Mimi Sonner4 years ago in Fiction
My Guardian Shark
Marty the stuffed Great White Shark had been by Celeste Bloom’s side for as long as she could remember. Being that Celeste was only five years old, the time spent with Marty hadn’t been long. Marty slept in her bed, the soft fabric that held together his cotton insides always soft and comforting to Celeste at night. More than this though, Marty made Celeste feel safe as she slept, and as she moved about the world while she was awake.
By Chloe Medeiros4 years ago in Fiction
Member of the Guard
Iveta trudged along by her mother’s side. She peered through the skirts of the other women around her, looking for the distinct uniforms of the soldiers marching ahead. There were more soldiers behind them, and here and there a few figures on horseback. Iveta wished she were traveling with the cavalry division, that was far more exciting and sometimes you could get a ride on someone’s horse, but the cavalry only joined them when they made camp for the night.
By charlotte meilaender4 years ago in Fiction
The Magical Teenager
It was a midsummer afternoon, and Jade decided to ride her bike. She put on her headphones, switched on some drop beats and rode of. She rode down country lanes, all around the houses, and down every street she could find. She wasn't the modern every day teen. She preferred big studded boots, shirts with tassels, scuffed jeans and big cowboy hats. She never brushed her hair because she liked it long and rough, and she always wore heavy sunglasses. She was riding for an hour when she decided to have a break. She stopped by the beach and grabbed a deck chair, bought a magazine about drop beats from the shop and sat and read it. She was happy in her style, though she did take her hat off because it was rather hot.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
Beautiful Mountain
“I’ve never been more fucked up in my life, Ian,” Mariah screamed as she slammed the door in his teary-eyed face. Every bang of his fists on the creaky door in agony felt like a mimic of how fast Mariah’s heart was beating. She regretted admitting that immediately after those words climbed out of the darkest chest in her cluttered mind and jumped out of her throat. Her lips, burning with every syllable. She promised herself, when her sister died, that she would never admit to how fucked up her life was. Nia was her new excuse to isolate herself.
By Sadya Edwards4 years ago in Fiction
Hopelessly Peared
It was the beginning of their freshman year in college, out on the quad, under the pear tree where the table for aspiring thespians sat. He’d signed up for set design, maybe a little acting. When he turned around & saw her, he looked nervous. It was cute the way he couldn’t seem to find his words, then looked down &, seeing the pencil in his hands, offered it to her.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock4 years ago in Fiction
Moon River Blaze
A change came in disguise of Ms. O'Brien dying of breast cancer last summer. Austin, the only child and last surviving member of the Renwick family, blasted indie rock on her headphones as she hopped off the city bus and proceeded through the suburban neighborhood to the house she now owned through inheritance.
By Solomon Brown4 years ago in Fiction
