Young Adult
Davina
“Davina, it’s your first school dance. You’ve never wanted to attend any of the other’s. Please let me help you pick a dress” my mom urged as I was getting ready for school. It was Friday morning and all I wanted was to get school over with so I could relax for the weekend. “No, mom! I already have what I am wearing picked out. I wouldn’t even be going if you hadn’t threatened to ground me.” I barked in response. School dances weren’t my thing. School just wasn’t my thing in general.
By Alexis Whitehead5 years ago in Fiction
The Bound
Yuavi closed the leather-bound book with a snap before shoving it into her knapsack. She continued to rummage through the apothecary cabinet, not bothering to shut any of the drawers she'd searched. A clock ticked steadily as she gathered supplies, a constant reminder that time was of the essence. A bottle of quills tumbled to the floor, making her pause as she listened for anyone who might've heard the disturbance. Yuavi felt her heart swell as the clatter of keys sounded in the lock.
By Cameron Scott5 years ago in Fiction
Nightmare
There were four of us. I only remember that we were doing this because bad things kept happening. People kept dying. It was myself, two other girls and a boy. It was the middle of the night and it was pouring rain. The area was forest-like but lined with a sidewalk so clearly a domesticated area. The trees were pine trees and they towered over us and formed a circle like clearing. The ground was covered in slippery grass and littered with pinecones and broken off branches and tree limbs. It was unusually dark. The sky was a deep pressing black, with almost no blue to it at all. And there were absolutely no animal sounds or animals anywhere to see. We collected four long sticks, big enough to not be twigs but still small enough that they could be broken by human hands or a human amount of exert-able amount of force. Four sticks for four of us to each break off two sides each. We had to tie the sticks into a snowflake pattern. We tied it together with beige kitchen string, the kind you would use when you put a turkey or chicken into a rotisserie oven.
By Jordan Barrett5 years ago in Fiction
The end of Ragnorak
"Father, can you tell us the story of how you stopped Ragnorak Alliance?" Kaldrick looked at his children. Sweet Luna had her mother's beautiful nutbrown skin and soft smile. Next to her was Abo, who already looked like a carbon copy of Kaldrick when he was younger. A steady heat pulsed from the fireplace.
By Theodore Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
What a wonderful life
What a Wonderful Life The old man looked up from his book. The sun, slanting through thick foliage, touched his wrinkled cheeks with warm gentleness, and dappled his body. Sitting on many soft pillows stacked into a heaping pile, he looked very much like a weathered, deformed pearl on the thick tongue of a marbled oyster. He leaned against a silver birch, listening to the soft birdsong. The grove he was sitting in was small and cozy. Closing his eyes against the soft light, he smiled and thought, what a wonderful life I've lived. He thought about all of his family. He thought of his children and their children and about his new great granddaughter still yet to experience the wonders of the world. He couldn’t wait to see her bright little face. So innocent and full of life.
By Jasmine Henry5 years ago in Fiction
The Girl
I was only thirteen years old the day I died. Tragic, I know. But the truth is, I didn’t feel much of anything. I was laying high on the branches of the old oak tree behind my family home. There was a storm rolling in and I had the best view. A view so mystifying that I never saw the strike coming.
By Gelena Nicole Brown5 years ago in Fiction
The Sunken City
The few who survived the flash sauntered along the barren road in a bleary daze. Exhausted and stupefied, a band of ragged and disheveled youths dragged their footsteps along against the blazing heat. The pack was led by a boy of sixteen. Behind him trudged ten, six boys and four girls, all younger and (more unsure of themselves). It was Luke’s naturally assertive and commanding demeanor that convinced the reluctant children to depart from the ruined town in search of other survivors. The troop of kids were playing within an old bunker when death swept across the land and decimated everything within its path. When the deafening crash thundered across the sky, the children hurried up the ladder, and in vain, pushed against the hatch. The howling wind of a thousand gales pressurized against the vault and trapped the children for four days. When the wind ceased, it was immediately noticeable; it was as if someone were clapping cymbals in their ears without pause for days on end and suddenly relented. In fact, the abrupt quietude filled the air almost as quickly as did the howling, and from their restless sleep did the children awaken and anxiously scramble up the ladder. The open air was clogged with a thick layer of sand and sent the children immediately into fits of coughing. The wind, although distinctly calmer, still blew turbulently. The sky was a terrible haze of deep orange and sanguine streaks, and against the dust, the sun struggled to pierce through. Fine sand particles moving through the turbulent gusts of air scratched at the children’s exposed eyes and effectively blinded them, sending the investigation party back beneath the ground.The sand-beaten children sat rubbing at their irritated eyes, while those who had remained underground waited impatiently for a report.
By Jonah Blue Krell5 years ago in Fiction
Do you love me?
It all started because I wouldn’t stop. Nor did I want to stop. Everybody warned me, my family warned me, my friends warned me, hell even you warned me. But you warned me not to stay away but to never leave you because there would serious consequences if I were to leave.
By Sarah Aimie5 years ago in Fiction
