Young Adult
CHOCOLATE BIRTHDAY CAKE
"...So, this is going to be for MY party; and it HAS TO BE 'epic'!" Cassie Cline glanced across the lunch table at Catie Caron and Dana Bragg. The trio of ten year olds (with Cassie being the one about to turn eleven) were at their exclusive table in the cafeteria. Even at ten years old, Cassie thought that she deserved the notoriety of such exclusivity.
By Kent Brindley5 years ago in Fiction
Two Gifts
Silver McPhee woke from a long nap under the magnolia tree in the back garden. She stretched languorously, arching her spine as she yawned. The sun had dipped below the blue ridge, and rich indigo shades of twilight merged and blended with the last orange rays. The Moon would rise soon, and with it all the scurrying creatures of the night.
By Angel Whelan5 years ago in Fiction
Bittersweet Sixteen
It was Elias's sixteenth birthday and he was alone once again. His Mother was at work. Which he wasn't going to complain about. As she was working hard to provide for him. He tried his best considering his low paycheck from working at Starbucks. But, unfortunately, it wasn't enough to help that much.
By Raphael Fontenelle5 years ago in Fiction
The Stone
Elia wandered through the forest, enjoying the peace and quiet as she always did. There was nothing but the rustling of her backpack, the clink of her knife handle tapping the canteen in her hip bag, and the rhythm of her boots hitting the ground beneath her feet. She would have to better secure that knife after setting out her bed for the night, she thought, but the percussion was welcome. It had been a while since she heard anything that resembled music. Making camp in this area would be a breeze with plenty of rock overhangs and bushes to settle against. It was a stroke of luck that she found such a quiet pass through the mountains, though not entirely surprising. Elia was a lucky one, and it was the reason she was alone now. Her last group encampment got raided by marauders. It was a rare occurrence these days, and she escaped unscathed as she tended to do. They were nice people, and she was going to miss the camaraderie, but surviving was easier without attachments.
By Cori Celis5 years ago in Fiction
Waking Up
Taylor woke up in the pit. He was up to bat. Coach Raven was yelling his name. His teammates were patting his back. The wooden bat felt heavy and awkward in his hands. He gave it a few practice swings before stepping out to the plate. Those in the stands cheered. Hundreds, thousands of people watching, waiting, supporting him. Taylor waved, sending a smile and a wink out. He took his position and turned to the pitcher.
By Jennifer Terry5 years ago in Fiction
Small Hand and Foot Prints; Big City Girl
Phoebe could not wait to leave the small farming town she grew up in. Phoebe had always dreamed of big city living and the thought of having to continue the family tradition of farm living was something she knew was not for her.
By LaShunta H5 years ago in Fiction
