Young Adult

Fate Caster
Fate Caster By Mandy Penney Valdez If it weren’t for my mother’s stubbornness, I wouldn’t be alive. The elders said I should be put out in the woods to die. They said it was less cruel than watching me wither away slowly. But my mother wouldn’t hear it, and even though she was tired and weak from giving birth, she wouldn’t let anyone touch me. And my father wouldn’t let anyone touch her.
By Mandy P Valdez5 years ago in Fiction
Countdown
A young man around the age of 18 groaned, finding himself lying face up and looking at the cracked ceiling. His vision blurred in and out, and he blinked his blue eyes in order to make it clearer. He took a glance at his legs to see two concrete slabs covering them in the shape of a teepee, leaving just enough space in the gap for his legs to be squeezed underneath, long cutting off the circulation. He groaned and felt around for something to pry the large slabs so he could have room to move his legs...He found a large pipe and propped it up, beginning to slide out with difficulty, he braced his abdominal muscles together in efforts to help his process. Inch by inch the young man slowly slid his lower legs out and let out a huge sigh at the effort, laying back on the ground to catch his breath. He shuddered slightly at the tingling sensation in his lower legs, wondering how long they had been like that. He leaned with his head back, closing his eyes before gathering his thoughts.
By Morgan T5 years ago in Fiction
exposure
The rain had fallen earlier in the night and the smell of it still lingered in the air. The weeds and brush still damp, clung to her pant legs like the arms of the dead reaching out to her to pull her down.
By S Paturel5 years ago in Fiction
Patterns in the Static
Floor 40 Apartment C1 — not quite the vertical halfway of a residential high-rise in the vastly overpopulated Central City. There are dozens of buildings just like it at the heart of town. You would be hard-pressed to find anything unique or special about these apartments. They are dwarfed by the surrounding skyscrapers and even from the rooftops, the Great Ocean was completely out of view. From the outside these buildings were nothing more than a jumble of glass and steel littered with cluttered balconies, crooked blinds and improperly fastened air conditioning units.
By Alek Kalinowski5 years ago in Fiction
Quartz Quarter Plans
Lelia lingered at the school gate, waiting for Tanner. Students pushed past her, laughing and making afternoon plans. Lelia glanced down at the heart-shaped locket at her neck. Absentmindedly she snapped it open to reveal the watch face underneath. 3:05.
By charlotte meilaender5 years ago in Fiction
Gusts
The people she works with are not her friends. Her job is cruel. Her dream is selfish. She was feigning sleep the entire ride. The others believed that she was trying to avoid talking to them, just another example of her tasteless, antisocial behavior. That wasn’t the case at all; she was in fact counting the seconds until her next breath. The stale, musty air that the air-conditioner was pumping out was testing how strong her gag reflex was. Eighteen, nineteen, twenty - inhale. She was cringing on the inside, by being around these people in close quarters. The ones from the Fourth State were dirty to her.
By Camila Salinas5 years ago in Fiction
The Rebellion
She pulled me for what felt like forever. The wind felt like needles brushing up against my face as we ran through the icy midnight woods. My legs hurt and my feet were numb from running in only socks. We finally stopped in the middle of the woods. I watched the heat in the air disappear and reappear as I panted trying to catch my breath. She handed me Aiden, my brother, and started to dig into the snow and dirt along with four of our other neighbors. The rest of us just stood there shivering. It was dark with only the moonlight from the full moon to guide us. I begged her to explain what was happening in a whisper, but she kept demanding I be quiet.
By Vic Grantling5 years ago in Fiction
What Happens After Dark
Today is the 20th Anniversary of when we finally found peace in our world. It's not something we celebrate. Simply, something we acknowledge. I'm tying my shoes while uncle Red tells me in a low voice: “Ya know, Jill, your daddy was involved in that dispute all those years back.” Red has a toothpick between his massive buck teeth. “Oh, hun, don’t listen to him. We don’t need to be talkin’ much about the past.” Aunt Pat waves off my silly uncle and continues to chop carrots for the stew. “Aunt it’s alright if I head to town tonight, right? I want to say hi to Billy.” Billy has been one of my greatest friends from a young age. His long red hair is what he’s known for at Study.
By Dalilah Trujillo5 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
Justin’s footsteps echoed throughout the empty city, with the crisp sound of Hudson’s whistling intercutting the desolate silence of the ominous streets. Hudson was a stocky seventeen-year-old, just older than Justin. His thick brown hair fell over his face, concealing a stupid immature grin that immediately told you not to trust him around sharp objects. Justin got on well with him, which is why they always scavenged together. Scavenging is fun. One good thing came out of the end of the world, and that was everyone’s stuff suddenly scattered everywhere. Hudson gave Justin a nod towards the sun, with a quizzical expression on his face. The shadows were thickening as the blindingly orange sun brushed gently against the dusty horizon. Justin waved him off with an expression that said “Don’t worry about it”. Justin briefly stopped and looked around the city he used to live in and thought about the last time he was here.
By Oscar Mason5 years ago in Fiction
Butterfly Effect
(Prologue) I don't know where they came from, or why they appeared on Earth. I don't know why they chose Earth. He say they aren't aliens, he say they've been here from the start. They call themselves Zeylites They were ahead of our time, far ahead. They were advanced.
By Kennya Hall5 years ago in Fiction
WHAT HATE DESTROYED, LOVE WILL REMAKE
Ryla hit the ground with a hard thud as dust flew up all around. Without a second thought, her body flowed flawlessly through her oft-trained sequence of motions, kicking her feet in a circular motion as her body created momentum to spin her upright once more. In the process, her feet struck the assailant, and knocked him over.
By Mark Wesley Chidester5 years ago in Fiction
The Rebirth of the returned.
I Can’t stop this war in me. Funny how this feels like déjà vu. Falling victim to lower vibrations surrounding me. Slowly suffocating in my mind. Cutting off my blood circulation to the brain. This isn’t my face. This body does not belong to me. I suppose if I would have traded those double A batteries I’d have a better cloth. Beggars can’t be choosers here in District 9. You’re probably wondering what a cloth is and district 9. A cloth is a nice way of saying a new body. Yea the higher ups finally figured out how to become immortal; in a sense. Am I soulless or am I collective consciousness? Hell I’m still trying to figure that out. A heart shaped Lockett holds every emotion, memory I’ve ever had from what I can remember. It’s silly, man has repressed its uniqueness into something so small, so fragile. I guess humanity should have seen it coming with all the technology getting smaller. Man I’d trade some shoe strings for an iPhone. It’s year 2084 in old Paris France aka District 9. No cars do not fly, but if they did I wouldn’t be here. Naturally I’ve died 24 times. Every time you reprogram, the number shows on the front of the heart Shaped locket. Maxing out at 30 reprogrammed cloths. Don’t think that you can get away, we’re all being tracked by the Major. The press of a bottom and you’re down. Programming fried with no hope for salvaging. Left over data in each cloth morphed with my locket. When in rebirth I can feel how the previous host died. It only last a second. Still some pretty intense trauma. I can’t remember my birth name nor any family. Thanks to this major dipstick and her General Isiki Mulero. I’ll get back to him and their army of hybrid humans soon enough. My friends call me Phoria; Anything but reality brings me close to familiarity and peace. They say my head is always in the clouds. I don’t know, something up there is calling out to me. Maybe its the split personalities from left over conscious residue. Hell those of us left all suffer from it. We’re all mad here. I’m going to put an end to this suffering. For all of us non-hybrids. My team The Strikers; are an underground unit of consciousness striving to find a solution. Something big is coming. I can feel it in my fingertips to my toes. You may be wondering how the world came to this, some idiot pulled an Atlantis on Earth. Obsessing with technology replicating the sun and moon causing another Big Bang. Most of the world is underwater. Europe still stands. Mount Everest. China, by the way im truly impressed the Great Wall still stands. And the Statue of Liberty. She’s the only symbol of Hope in the Eastern hemisphere. I have the perfect view here at home in the rugged Eiffel Tower. I feel on top of the world here. Nothing pretty but it works. I guess all isn’t lost. It’s a crime to eat meat so most people were forced to perfect their green thumb. Becoming vegan. Only the hybrids would come and take what they want whenever they feel with no remorse. They consider themselves the evolved man. Boy are they in for a rude awakening. I just know it. These visions I’ve had maybe hallucinations or intuition. I know I’m not the only one with these downloads from the stars. There are strength in numbers and ours are growing. The Major knows it. They’ve been panicking lately. Enforcing curfews. Random locket checks. There will be casualties in this war, but everyone is ok with that. Whatever it takes, we will rise.
By Zhen Zone5 years ago in Fiction