Young Adult
Captain Rydian of the Human Galactic Unit
"Rydian?" "Rydian, can you hear me?" "Please wake up, Rydian. Please." I groaned and opened my eyes to see Cleo above me. Her eyes were big and full of tears. She was dirty with soot and dust while small fires still clung to places around the torched room.
By Lydia Booker5 years ago in Fiction
Vas Forterai
End of Ch. 1: [Before she could come up with anything though, Uloch seized the red-haired woman with both of his gigantic hands, at the base of her neck and at the top of her head. In one quick movement, he twisted her head up like a bottle cap and tore it off, flinging it into the crowd. All hell broke loose.]
By Rietz Kanning5 years ago in Fiction
The Scars of Runaway Bay
The summer sun was just beginning to set as I finished the last of my makeup. Rays of diminishing sunlight were finally giving up and the air began to cool. The anxiousness of preparing myself took a moment to settle within me. I hadn’t felt that way in years. The feeling was coupled with an inherited sadness and caution. I recalled the times when my now ex-husband used to make me feel this way. I summoned the will to forget that for the time being and decided to take back the moment.
By Sherman B. Mason5 years ago in Fiction
A thousand nights.
My dad had always been reserved. He used to be cheerful, with lips that never failed to show a smile. I remember those horrible jokes he used to tell; regardless of how bad they were, they always seem to make me crack a smile. He was an introvert at heart who would recharge himself in the tranquillity of the early morning, sipping coffee while his eyes scanned over the news headlines.
By ☼ Fosua J. Antwi 5 years ago in Fiction
Ali and George
What is it that happens, George wondered, when you’re fourteen or fifteen and nothing seems fun anymore? He sat in his dark bedroom, hearing the twins’ birthday party outside. A dozen of their friends from elementary school were over for swimming and cake and presents.
By Caleb Thomas5 years ago in Fiction
Infirmary Victory
Light shone into the large white cinder block room from narrow windows near the ceiling on one side of the room. Buck could see no buildings or trees through the windows - only sky. Industrial metal ceiling fans spun, spreading the bleach and cafeteria food smell throughout the room. Everyone lined up with trays in hand while their fellow inmates served the meal. Aluminum picnic tables divided the floor of the cafeteria into a maze resembling a city map.
By SR Hofmann5 years ago in Fiction
Artagus the Oracle
In the times of the Ancient, there was a severe famine. The famine cut through the land like an iron sword. Even the rich in the land, their wealth was quickly drying up. They consulted the king and complained about their situation. The King heard so much that he refused to allow anyone before his presence. He thought it would passed if he continued to ignore it but the famine ate away much of the vegetation. And soon the soldiers begin to argue with their commanders. The commanders complained to the king and the king was much distressed. He felt an overthrow of power might be at hand with his nation. His fathers before him warned of riotous people and uncommon disasters hoping he would wise up to the ocassion before he took the throne. As sole ruler of the land, the King sought numerous requests to the Oracle to tell him a time when the famine will cease. The Oracle predicted that only war can end the famine and that at the hand of a warrior will there be peace in the land. The king tried to plead with the Oracle that he did not want to go to war. His people have not warred since decades and he did not have a plan for battle. The Oracle refused to relent his predictions, so the king made the Oracle stated their prediction in front of the commanders and the wealthy of the land.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous5 years ago in Fiction
The Second Thoughts of the Great(ish) Mountain King
It all began one warm, summer day. The goblins were restless, he could tell that. What did they want? He’d given them everything they had asked for. All of their demands had been met. They had Shrip, and the army of dwarves that came with it. What more could they want? What more would they ask for?
By Sarah Knopp5 years ago in Fiction
The White Bull
A furry of lightening broke through the atmosphere and fated itself to the edge of Clay’s throat. The power and spirit was pure white, resonating every bit of light energy available to Earth. Thunder echoed all around the desert, as all the might of Zeus began to forge an emblem of a glowing ivory bull. The bull was embedded into the base of Clay’s throat just at the top of his chest.
By Aja Sandian Beville5 years ago in Fiction
The Royal Designer
There was this well to do couple in the height of the Middle Ages. They were nobles of the sort both individuals came from their own lineage of nobility. They were liked by the King and Queen who invited them to every party in a seat of honor. Baroness Rena and Baron Norm were their names and they were a middle age couple without any children. They would spend a great deal of time dressing and making a complete outfit different than their other party outfits. They would lavish themselves in all the great fabric of the times all the way from Italy and China so partygoers would be fascinated with their outfit and to be the life of the party.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous5 years ago in Fiction
