Young Adult
not the same planet
Beep Beep Beep... The unsettling sound of your morning alarm. Crawling and reaching for your alarm snooze button. The alien looks at you with a confused face like any dog that would be still staring at the device. Through wide open eyes all eyes are drawn to the sound of the alarm. Both now reaching out towards the sun those first movements of the day in slow motion.
By Kristian B. Delpilar9 months ago in Fiction
The Whispering Couch
Ricky grabbed a cold can of soda from his fridge and sat down in his new looking couch, popped the can and started drinking, unaware the couch always looked new despite being passed from owner to owner for hundreds of years, each time driving its owner insane.
By Alex H Mittelman 9 months ago in Fiction
Undulating
saw his dark smiling silhouette and was hooked. What seized my attention was his rich laughter, he was hurling cartons of beer from the boot of a 505 Peugot car, I was awed by the camaraderie two young adults shared. While he continued the spate, I placed my orders, hung around longer than necessary, stealing glances at him, hoping to be noticed.
By Ann Emecheta9 months ago in Fiction
Beyond . Content Warning.
Ezora goes outside to the front of the head quarters and sits down by a tree and tries to clear his head about what happened. He always felt like he was always caught in Corban drama and each time he was the one to get him out but, at the same time when Aurora was gone Corban took care of him. “Why do you have to do like shit this.” He looks up a the sky.
By Dumbbruce_vocal9 months ago in Fiction
Bless Her Heart
You can fall in love with a rich boy as easy as a poor one. That’s what Mother always said. Even so, she married a poor city boy and began a life of blue-collar poverty, ending up with a houseful the likes of us. She shared plenty of motherisms she said I needed to hear growing up: “Boys don’t like girls smarter than them” and “Become a nurse—America needs more nurses.” Never missed a chance to outwit my dad. Never became a nurse either. Since she hadn’t followed her own advice about anything, I didn’t feel inclined to myself. I’d soon learn that preconceptions, hers and mine, about boys, rich and poor, were as useful as cauliflower in your pole corn.
By Gale Martin9 months ago in Fiction
Veronica Ganz (Retold)
New York. Early 1940s. Many of the kids in there preferred to play indoors, since they are afraid of what was outside that could catch them. No, it wasn't any stranger or a mad dog or something. Worse than that, it was the child who put fear on everyone else around the block.
By Kylecovey Smith9 months ago in Fiction
"The Straw Hat Legacy"
In a world of endless seas, mysterious islands, and epic adventures, there was a legendary family that stood as a symbol of hope and inspiration. Their story, known throughout the world, was a tale of courage, friendship, and the relentless pursuit of dreams. This family was none other than the Straw Hat Pirates.
By Daniel Oluwatobi9 months ago in Fiction
The Colors of Me
In a quiet town of Epherin, nested a home that whispered serenity, a home that sheltered a young person christened as Robin. Robin was a wonder, possessing charcoal-colored hair, eyes that shimmered turquoise in daylight, and a voice which had the power to summon a world of emotions.
By Haseeb Tariq9 months ago in Fiction
Once A Wallflower
Silent Days In the land of Melville High, where the floors echoed with laughter, chatter, and the occasional shrilling mobile ringtone, in the southeast corner of this map of life, was an island of solitude - Bennett Reed. Draped in ‘team spirit’ sweaters with a book always in his hand, he dodged life and its potential embarrassments by hiding behind oversized glasses. He was perfectly fine being a small dot in the vibrancy of Melville, until one day, silence was no longer an option.
By Haseeb Tariq9 months ago in Fiction