Fiction
The Alternatives
“Would you like to go to the prom with me?” Jake asked Christina. “I would be happy to.” she replied and kissed him on his right cheek. Prom and graduation were a month away but Jake's problems were not going away. On the bus ride home again, Dylan sitting in the front of the bus so the monitor could keep an eye on him continued his antics and saying insults to jake. The bus mates heard the back and forth between Jake and Dylan had gotten worse, leading Dylan to punch Jake, who struck back giving a few cuts on Dylan's face. Julian jumped in to help Jake fight him off. The bus monitor witnessed the fight and sent Dylan back to the front, giving him another write up. He had two write ups so far on the bus and was close to getting a third one. Word about the fight spread to the principal before Jake could say anything.
By Forest Green2 years ago in Chapters
The Alternatives
The bus arrived at the brothers’ house and Jake left with a half bloodied face and a brother who was furious at Dylan for what he did. They saw Alice waiting on the steps of the house. They all greeted each other after six years and the first thing Alice noticed about Jake was his face.
By Forest Green2 years ago in Chapters
Weight . Content Warning.
The night was thick with the smell of rain, wet pavement, and the metallic scent of blood that clung to the air like a fog. Naomi’s vision was a fractured kaleidoscope of lights—red and blue flashing in an endless loop, the sound of sirens filling her ears. She couldn’t make sense of it, not yet. Her head felt too heavy, the weight of it like a stone lodged between her temples. A sharp pain knifed through her chest as she struggled to inhale, the tightness of her seatbelt digging into her body, but there was no escape.
By C. A. Elizabeth2 years ago in Chapters
Old Enough; Clara's Side
*To read this series from the beginning click here!* I watched as Aunt Pearl's taxicab pulled away from the curb and although I acted as if I was annoyed cousin Jolly was left home with me for the day, deep down I knew he might be needed. Truth is my bark is worse than my bite as they say; I ain't never bit nobody although I could give Jolly a good pinch now and then to calm his jumping bean bee-hind down. Letting Jolly into me and May's secret plans was a big to-do. How was I ever gonna trust his big ole mouth from blabbing away about me breaking the biggest rule ever: that being, never-ever-whatsoever go wandering down to Yonderville where white people dwelled. And second to that, never-ever-whatsoever hang around the train tracks.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Chapters
The Alternatives
The bell later rang for breakfast and they headed for the cafeteria. For breakfast they had hot cheese grits with a banana and a carton of milk. Since there was not much time left, Jake quickly ate the grits which were burning his mouth. But he was glad that Dylan was not in any of his classes.
By Forest Green2 years ago in Chapters
The Guardian of Shadows. Content Warning.
Chapter 1: The Return of the Memories The wind whispered across the hills when Clara awoke. The air was fresh, and the city around her seemed unchanged, but something inside her was different. The emptiness in her mind, where the memories of Elias, Marcos, and the mystery of the seasons had once been, began to fill with a strange sensation. It wasn't just the landscape that seemed renewed, but Clara also felt as if she had been transformed.
By Bianca Rodrigues 2 years ago in Chapters
The Iinglish of Dynya: Part 3
PART 2 HERE Pabbi was a content man. Too content, some would say. He did not weep alone at the altar on his wedding day, without bride or priest. He was the talk of Dynya, a man of sheer stoicism and unflappable restraint. Men would buy him drinks to hear his tale, pulling him off the streets and into shady bars, hoping to hear of a man with a strong will, untremblingly lip, and a renewed sense of bachelorhood. What they found, instead, was a bore.
By Conor Matthews2 years ago in Chapters




