Short Story
Pokémon Arrivals at Disneyland
Ash Ketchum adjusted his cap as he stepped off the monorail and into Disneyland, with Pikachu perched excitedly on his shoulder. The sun was bright, casting golden hues over the iconic Sleeping Beauty Castle. The air buzzed with laughter, and the sweet scent of churros drifted through the crowds. But today wasn’t just any visit to the happiest place on Earth; today, Pokémon were officially invited to Disneyland for the first time in history.
By Hilda Mwangi2 years ago in Fiction
Doll House
Cassandra was just getting started exploring her new home. It was a huge old house, built over 200 years ago, in the Historic District in a small town in Maine. The apartment that she and her family had moved away from would have easily fitted into the ground floor of this mansion.
By Laura DePace2 years ago in Fiction
The Cat And The Dog
Once upon a time, there was a cat and a dog, and they were best friends. but, as we all know, cats and dogs aren't the best combo. So they were secretly friends, because of the cat and dog war. Every day you look outside your window, you'll see exploding dogs and cats. Cats with beards, dogs with hairy ears, cats throwing up rainbows (a parody to Exploding Kittens), KA-BOOM! All exploded.
By Adriana Wilder 2 years ago in Fiction
Doboro, the tiger without tail
Doboro, the young tiger without a tail, walked through the jungle with his head low. The other animals often laughed at him. “A tiger without a tail? How strange!” they would say. No matter how fast he ran or how strong he was, they only saw what he lacked.
By Quynh Nguyen2 years ago in Fiction
The Foundation of Family Begins with Love
What you give to a woman will return to you. A man who believes he can safeguard his children while waging war on their mother is living in a dream world. The love, respect, or hurt that he shows his partner will always be returned to him through his children. This thing is just plain unavoidable. Our home is the emotional and spiritual backbone of our homes, the mental health of a woman dictates the emotional health of everyone involved.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
High School Sweethearts
Darrin ran backward past the library, football in his outstretched arms, light as a dancer, quick as a whip. That's what the coach always said. Paula watched from the doorway of the library, popping her trident gum. The cinnamon stung her lips, sending a flush through them and touching them with a natural pink hue. She silently admired Darrin's perfect snap as the ball sailed past her and into the principal's lunch tray, scattering his macaroni and cheese with a wet splattering as he walked out of the cafeteria. Everyone scattered as his massive jowly cheeks puffed out like a sleeping hound dog when he tried not to scream obscenities at the rough-housing seniors.
By K.B. Silver 2 years ago in Fiction
"The Final Hour"
"The Final Hour" The rain pelted the windows of the small, dimly lit cabin as Detective Emma Wells paced nervously, the rhythmic sound of thunder mimicking the storm raging in her mind. She had been chasing this case for months — the mysterious disappearances of several young women, all found in various parts of the city, each with a cryptic message left at the scene. The messages were always the same: a set of numbers, like a code, that no one had been able to crack.
By Rajoan Islam2 years ago in Fiction
