Young Adult
Magic in the Old Barn
Teri stared at the large, old, wood barn, the openings dark and ominous making her think of giant creatures with black hungry eyes and wide open mouths ready to swallow her in an instant. An involuntary shiver ran down her spine and the hair on her arms stood on end. Pushing the thought aside she started towards it, then hesitated remembering all the ghost and horror stories about this barn. No one went near it except on a dare and even then no one she knew had ever gone inside, rumor was, you’d never return if you did.
By Viltinga Rasytoja5 years ago in Fiction
Victor Writes History
I don’t know what made me do it. Curiosity? Fear? Good old-fashioned boredom? I work the night shift in a library. When I started working there, I was convinced that I could never get bored because there was so much around me to read. Four months in and I felt like I was climbing the walls. That might have been why I wandered so readily into the – typically locked – room of historical archives. Access usually being reserved for senior employees of the library; it was about the only place in the building that I hadn’t been to.
By Outrageous Optimism 5 years ago in Fiction
Barn Trip
As her elbow had begun to throb from resting atop the car windowsill, Luna slipped her palm out from under her chin and sunk back into her seat. She inhaled deeply before letting out a discreet soft sigh, so as to avoid alerting her fellow passengers to her antithetical state of boredom. Next to Luna sat childhood and family friend Amelia. Amelia was Luna’s only association with this group of individuals, who, without Amelia, Luna knew only through passive observation from the low profile she had established at their local Viroqua high school. Although Luna and Amelia had grown to disparate ends of the high school persona-spectrum since their inaugural elementary school relationship... Luna wasn’t about to turn away an opportunity to avoid the apprehensive state of affairs that had permeated her home life. When Amelia offered her to join the group on a weekend, psychedelic, rundown old barn venture, Luna accepted without second thought. Despite the fact that she had no interest in dismantling her misanthropic approach to relationships, nor did she care for the recreational use of hallucinogens.
By Jarrad Allen5 years ago in Fiction
The Ghost of Summer
I'll never forget the day my best friend Luke was murdered. It was the summer of 1994. We were 12 years old and we thought we knew everything. We were never more wrong. We definitely never knew what was in store for us on this hot July day. The day started like any other. Daniel, Jacob, Luke, and myself got together to hang out. We rode our bikes to our tree fort and laughed and made jokes for hours that morning. It was when Daniel asked, "Does anyone want to see a dead body?"
By Jared Hogston5 years ago in Fiction
Captain Rydian of the Human Galactic Unit
Chapter 3 I paced the command center of the ship. Alphonse and Vanessa watched. I was once again in brown clothes, though now I wore my red neckerchief. I figured the more klitons ask about it, the more I can tell about being colorblind, and the more the term will spread around. I was hoping that if the term spread out enough, there would be less suspicion.
By Lydia Booker5 years ago in Fiction
The Ghost King
“Do you fear death?” I was asked this while I stared a single little jellyfish this massive tank which towered over me. Why was I here? The room was dim yet lit up enough from the neon lights at the base of the tank. The tank was large slab built into the concrete wall, standing at least seven feet tall and 8 foot wide. Obviously, it was the eye catcher of the room. My fingers were painfully tangled around each other the longer the question hovered unanswered. Why the hell was I here? My eyes fell closed when I heard glass gently clinked on glass, suddenly feeling an uninviting presence next to my right shoulder. It wasn’t the warmth that wasn’t, but exactly who is was that was uninviting. I reopened my eyes when he calmly cleared his throat and voice came smooth. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
By Marshell Harris5 years ago in Fiction
