Young Adult

Unfollowed: The Fall of Ava Rose
Ava Rose had it all—millions of followers, brand deals with the biggest names in fashion and skincare, and a beachfront apartment that made her the envy of every influencer under 30. Her fans adored her for her relatability, style, and candid "no-filter" attitude. But on a sunny Thursday morning, all of that came crashing down in a 38-second video that spread faster than wildfire.
By ABDU LLAHabout a year ago in Fiction
Love's Echoes and Regrets
# The Promise and the Silent Wait Ten years ago, in a small, sunlit classroom filled with the innocence of youth, a young boy stood trembling. His voice, quivering with the timidity of childhood and the purity of nascent feelings, mustered all his courage to ask his teacher, "Can I fall in love with you?" The teacher, her eyes meeting his youthful gaze, was filled with affectionate amusement. She gently replied, "My dear child, you are still too young."
By Heydoabout a year ago in Fiction
Tragic Love
I’ll start out by saying that it was not the perfect romance. We were not the perfect couple, and we didn’t have the fairytale relationship that some people would make you think we had. We were that “on the outside” couple because on the outside we were ideal. On the outside, we were everything that two people together wished they had. We looked like we were happy . . . on the outside. Well, I suppose not necessarily just from other people’s perspectives. Wade thought the same as everyone else too-that we were perfectly happy together. I guess I was the only one who disagreed.
By pelchen dorjiabout a year ago in Fiction
"Where the Water Left Me"
Where the Water Left Me The boat had been my escape — a wooden cradle rocking on uncertainty, sailing toward a future I couldn’t name. My father built it, my mother blessed it, and I, at seventeen, ran away on it. I didn’t run from abuse or danger. I ran from absence — the kind of silence that grows loud inside a house after someone dies. My brother had passed six months before. He was the heartbeat of our family, and when his heart stopped, ours did too. So I sailed off with the illusion that movement would feel like healing.
By Fawad aliabout a year ago in Fiction
Static in the Signal
It started with a flicker. A blinking cursor. A screen that wouldn’t load. Jamie slammed his laptop shut like it had betrayed him — again. Third time this week. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his face, feeling the texture of another sleepless night creeping into his skin.
By Ahmed Rayhanabout a year ago in Fiction
WAR IN TWO HEART
Love on Enemies One War, Two Hearts, Lviv, Ukraine, late 2021. The snow-covered city still has no sign of war. Anastasia Petrova, a talented musician and student of the Kiev Conservatory, has come to Lviv to participate in a classical music competition. Her life's dream—to one day play the violin on the world's best music stage. That's when she meets Alexei Mikhailovich—a Russian journalist who has come to cover the competition. Alexei is calm, elegant, and has a strange depth in his eyes. Something happens at first sight—the touch between their eyes doesn't need language. After the music competition, Anastasia and Alexei go for coffee together. They have a strange similarity, a unity of feelings that develops even though they speak different languages. Over the next month, Alexei visits Ukraine several times. They fall in love—quietly, deeply, but secretly. February 2022. Russia invades Ukraine. Suddenly, fire falls from the sky. Bombs, missiles, and military operations change people's lives. In Kiev, Anastasia spends days and nights in a bunker, where she still plays the violin to drown out the sounds of war. Alexei has already returned to his country. But their love is now "the love of an enemy country." Phones are off, internet is limited, communication is impossible. Alexei knows that he will not be able to cover the war as a journalist. He decides to return to Ukraine, this time hiding his identity. He forges a passport, crosses the Polish border and reaches Lviv. There, he joins a volunteer organization in the name of helping Ukrainian refugees. With the help of a friend, he learns that Anastasia now teaches music to children in a shelter in Kiev. He now has only one goal in mind - to see Anastasia's face once. Kiev is a destroyed city. Alexei enters the city on foot, secretly, in a civilian truck. He finds Anastasia in the rubble of Kiev. After a long time, they meet. Tears in her eyes, silence on her face.
By sagorbariabout a year ago in Fiction
She Knows What You Did
Prologue: 3:12 a.m. The call came at 3:12 a.m. “Erin… it’s Sophia. She is aware of what you did. What we did. I remember everything.”
By MD Tarek Aziz about a year ago in Fiction
Lemonade Skies
The first thing Ava noticed when she stepped off the bus was the smell of lemons. Not strong, not artificial — just faint enough to feel real. The kind of scent that danced through the summer breeze and reminded her of freedom, even if she hadn’t felt it in a long time.
By Esther Sunabout a year ago in Fiction
The Marina Model Scene (Edited For Television)
After putting on a show, for everyone to see, working the Southampton Dock, legendary local eight and half by eleven personality Victory Girl walked away, proudly head held high, after being put in her place, status challenged, following the community commentary stating, ‘the heroine is shore over’. “How dare them make this an issue, claiming I am a nuisance,” the maturing adult screamed, “my theatrical performance was a stress reliever exercise, professional health care worker prescribed, whose planned goals kept me in winner shape.”
By Marc OBrienabout a year ago in Fiction
The Marina Model Scene
After putting on a show, for everyone to see, working the Southampton Dock, legendary local eight and half by eleven personality Victory Girl walked away, proudly head held high, after being put in her place, status challenged, following the community commentary stating, ‘the heroine is shore over’. “How dare them make this an issue, claiming I am a nuisance,” the maturing adult screamed, “my theatrical performance was a stress reliever exercise, professional health care worker prescribed, whose planned goals kept me in winner shape.”
By Marc OBrienabout a year ago in Fiction
Mark It Up
As a child, she started reading books very young. They were prized possessions, and there were rules attached, like no dog earing, and no lending to anyone untrusted.
By Belleabout a year ago in Fiction
Player 456
Seong Jun-ho wasn’t his real name. Not anymore. He had burned his old identity like the rest of the ghosts who survived the game. It had been four years since the blood-soaked nightmare of Squid Game ended, and Jun-ho had done everything in his power to vanish.
By Nomiabout a year ago in Fiction