Young Adult
Forsaken Saint
I can hear my horror movie ring tone going off on this wonderful Saturday night. It’s my new friends Marla, Stokely, Evan and Freeman. They’re texting me to come outside so I can go with them to this party they’ve been talking about for the longest time. I haven’t been to a good party in a long. I guess because I’ve spent most of my life as an alter boy. I can still hear my father’s voice saying “Steven you better get your hind-end on the church bus or you’re grounded for a week.”
By Joe Pattersonabout 15 hours ago in Fiction
Bermuda Turista
Dumont, Sierra, Kevin and Nicole are getting ready for their day trip sailing around the Bermuda Triangle. “Are you ready, my turistas?” Sierra yelled with joy as she put her bags in the back of Kevin’s jeep. “I know I am.” Dumont began. “I mean, who isn’t ready to go to one of the most suspect and scariest locations of all time for a day.” He concluded sarcastically as he put his bags next to Sierra’s in Kevin’s jeep. “Easy D-money.” Kevin laughed. “Has it really been proven that the Bermuda Triangle is really that bad?” Kevin asked. “You tell em’, baby boo.” Nicole co-signed. “But then again, there is the story of the Bermuda Turista.” Dumont added.
By Joe Patterson4 days ago in Fiction
Design and Drive
Claire knows the last thing she should be doing is sneaking a dress form into her family’s house. For one, dress forms are bulky things that are quite difficult to hide, but she didn’t think about that when Arthur said he found one for cheap from a thrift store going out of business.
By caitodoesstuff13 days ago in Fiction
Siren Song
You were driven by something or someone or somewhere to get here. Here where the trees grow with great design and care. Here where the time creates a great divide between the East and West. Here where people suppress their emotions and it spills out in unexplainable manners.
By Lisa Pulliam16 days ago in Fiction
Hiking Out of My League
Your flight from Vermont to Seattle was a bit bumpy and long. Last year, you planned this hike in Mount Rainier National Park. After an overnight near SeaTac Airport, you head south alone in a rented jeep. You may want to go off-road during your trip, so you paid extra for the 4-wheel jeep. One thing you didn’t count on was the heavy traffic and the slowdowns through the small towns along the two-lane road.
By Andrea Corwin 19 days ago in Fiction
No Seat Belt
Imagine you are 6 years old and going to Woodfield Mall with your parents. You leave the apartment with them, climb into the sports car, and crawl over the seat to the console between the two bucket seats. Your mom gets in on the right side of the car, and your dad gets behind the wheel of the orange sports car. You sit between them , happy to go for a ride in your daddy’s fast car.
By Andrea Corwin 21 days ago in Fiction
Stitch: The lore of Sara Foxgrave.
Sara didn’t even know why she went out there that morning. She told herself it was just curiosity, just wanting to see how far the construction crew had gotten on the new house, but really it was because she hadn’t come back here since she returned. Not once. The old willow tree still hunched over the hill like it was guarding Lake Downing, its branches rattling in the cold wind, whispering the same secrets they used to whisper when she and Birdi climbed it and pretended they were queens of the whole damn world. The lake hadn’t changed at all. But she had. It felt smaller now, or maybe she did.
By Syl De'Vil23 days ago in Fiction
Presumption of a Bold Girl
Think of the 1960s, a time of racial tension and riots in the streets. Your school has lockdowns with police stationed at the doors. You see the Disciples motorcycle gang roll up outside the school. You know they are a feared biker gang of black riders, and that they came from Chicago to see what’s up in your little town. Your small town is five miles up the road from the State Penitentiary, where you assume some of their buddies currently reside. You watch as they slowly circle the high school on their bikes, just observing. You wonder if they are silently daring the police to come at them - to cross the line. Imagine your fear of them as an impressionable high schooler - you don’t know violence except in movies like Easy Rider, Hells Angels on Wheels , and The Born Losers .
By Andrea Corwin 25 days ago in Fiction
Dragon Horse
Date: Di-6 Triakosia Location: Coliseum, SE In the eye of the hurricane of the Cetus and Mensa troops, Sklodowska and Aroon – now Naresuan – prop their elbows on the sundial in the center of the arena. Their fingers slot together like a Titanoboa’s jaw re-hinges itself after swallowing its prey.
By Wen Xiaosheng25 days ago in Fiction
Wrong Identity
Curtis slowed to a crouch, his processors analyzing the terrain. The obsidian ridge acted as a natural Faraday cage, a jagged spine of volcanic glass that could mask his signal if he could reach the base of the cliffs. But between him and the ridge lay the Salt Flats—a blindingly white expanse of alkaline crust where there was nowhere to hide. To a thermal drone, he would be a black inkblot on a white canvas.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Fiction
Wrong Identity
Curtis didn't waste the second of disorientation. He rolled off the bed, his servos screaming as they fought the lingering effects of the dampening field. The room was suddenly plunged into a dim, flickering twilight, the only light coming from the dying embers of the television and the bruised purple glow of the Oakhaven evening filtering through the grime-streaked window.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Fiction
