Young Adult

The Decision
Between the gentle clinks of dishes being stacked, the rising steam of coffee being poured, and the low hum of water rolling down the steel roof of the diner sat a young girl with her elbows up on the table and her head in her hands. She had a soft focus on the cars pulling in and out of the car park, slowly peeking out into the cool showers of April. Her trance was interrupted when a stout woman with short dark hair framed around her tired eyes placed a roll of silverware on the table beside her. She was wearing a small white apron tied up under her sizable chest that held a small name tag that said “Sara” in faded permanent marker.
By Savannah M5 years ago in Fiction
Death by Chocolate
It had been twenty-four years. Twenty-four years since the Trunchbull had been seen or heard from; Twenty-four years since the hard glare from her piercing eyes stopped children in their tracks, or sent them running to cower behind their mother’s skirts; Twenty-four years of a secret held so tightly to a boy’s chest like a coveted prize, hidden away from those who lurked in the shadows.
By Adrianna 5 years ago in Fiction
Coco boy and the chocolate cake
It was a hot and sweaty summer morning and the last thing I wanted to do was get ready for this wedding I was randomly invited to. I am not here to ruin anyone’s special day but imagine getting married with the love of your life, your sweetheart and honey bee and you purposely decide to invite me, Coco boy. Not because I am a special person in your life but because you wanted to thank me for making a cake, that I was going to get paid for at the end of the month, anyway. I imagine the couple would did such a thing because they felt bad for me, as I was an underpaid intern at a bakery I hate.
By Alessia Mavakala5 years ago in Fiction
Maiden Ball
Laughter echoed, bouncing off the heavily decorated walls around me. Flowers, glitter, streamers, banners, the family left no portion of the wall untouched around the crowded dance floor.
By Carly Culin5 years ago in Fiction
The Halfling Chapter 2: Remembering Mama
Mama had always been Lisara's hero. She was a Curatoria after all, a female human gifted with magic and tasked with protecting halflings and vampire-kind. She had swiftly developed her combat skills and possessed exceptional potential as a Cura-in-training. That was when she had met Lisara's father.
By Jordan Hailey5 years ago in Fiction
Hand-maid
The flowers are wilting, dust is piling up, and I’m pretty sure I could use some deodorant or perhaps a shower. Maybe if I jumped off the edge of the boat house that’ll do the trick…but then I’d really have to shower.
By Aby Gravesend 5 years ago in Fiction
Just Desserts
Rowsalyne Deardonia had always loved her mother's chocolate cake. It was delicious, moist, had the right amount of frosting and it had the added bonus of being able to change your hair color for one day. She adored this as a child and would basically live by the minutes until she could change her hair color again. When she came of age she started attending the nearby academy. She was to train in military tactics and practice and learn a multitude of weapons. This incessant drilling bored her to no end as the drill instructor; an elven man of strict demeanor name Denaris, was always on her case about proper form. The only great part about the academy was that sometimes during the wee hours of the night the boys and girls in her garrison would gather around the glow of a friend’s light spell. Everyone would pool their contraband of snacks and drinks into one big pile. On One such occasion Rowsalyne had received a package in the mail for her birthday. A slice of chocolate cake magically disguised as boots by her mother. That night as everyone gathered around she had the brilliant idea to let the others taste her favorite cake. She watched with newfound glee as everyone’s hair around her changed color. Unfortunately , that gathering also ended with Denaris bursting into their domicile and seizing their horde.The next morning Rowsalyne sullenly walked to breakfast, her mood as grey as the sky. She noticed that a bunch of other students were running in a hurry to the commissary. She rushed forward as well to see what all the excitement was. As she pushed her small dwarven frame past the taller students a delightful sight greeted her eyes. She saw her drill sergeant sitting at the head table with the other instructors holding his head as regal as possible with a bright pink mane. Rowsalyne had found a new purpose in life that day. She would spread the gift of laughter with the world using her mothers delicious cake
By Luis Omar Padilla5 years ago in Fiction
I Want to Be Like You
One more piece won’t hurt is something that I had told myself three times already. I shoved the cake in my mouth. Brown pieces falling off and landing on my shirt. It already had a ketchup stain on it from my burger earlier.
By Raeanne Spoom5 years ago in Fiction
Chocolateportation
It isn’t uncommon to have people turn their head away from chocolate. They tend to be lactose intolerant, allergic or simply don’t like the taste of it. I was never one to ever turn my head away – although my mother would have bought me a whole house at the age of 12 if I ever did. Chocolate was my support system. I would overly indulge in it when the boy I loved kept running around with my heart in the unrelenting grip of his palm or simply have some since I was able to finish the day.
By Lidya Ataklti 5 years ago in Fiction
Maedwyn
“Hello, Stanley.” She smiled at me as I approached the fountain in the plaza’s center. I didn’t think I’d see her this early in the morning. “What are you doing here?” I asked, grinning and catching my breath.
By Reiley5 years ago in Fiction
The Way the Cake Slices
She opened the fridge in a hurry. In the front was a slice of chocolate cake, but that was not why she was here. She reached out and snatched up all the waters, placing the bottles into her bag. The thought of grabbing some canned goods entered her mind, however; her bag was too heavy already. She headed for the basement door. Sliding a small rug to the side, she lifted the wooden door. Climbing down the stairs was a little treacherous considering the weight of the water she was carrying. She unloaded and headed back upstairs for the canned goods. She spent the whole afternoon in this loop: upstairs, downstairs, upstairs, downstairs. She wondered when he would be home.
By Nanette Noyes 5 years ago in Fiction
Like Elliot: Part 4
Elliot’s childhood journal is weighing in my rubbery hands like four pounds of concrete. I open the front cover and there’s a little envelope inside. Flipping it over, I see it is carefully sealed with melted golden wax in the shape of a flower.
By KB5 years ago in Fiction