Young Adult
The Relentless Pursuit of a Dream
There is a moment in every life when a dream takes shape. It can happen anywhere, while walking home from work, during a quiet evening, or even in the middle of a noisy morning. For Emma, that moment arrived when she realized she wanted to be a successful graphic designer. Not just any designer, but someone whose work could inspire others, someone who could bring ideas to life in ways that spoke louder than words.
By Hassan Qureshiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Whisper of the Waves
The air carried a gentle hint of salt, mingling with the cool breeze that brushed against his face. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving behind a soft, amber glow that painted the sky. Ali strolled along the shore, his feet sinking into the cool, damp sand with each step. His mind was restless, his heart a maze of unspoken thoughts. Suddenly, a soft, melodious laugh cut through the rhythmic crashing of the waves. He looked up and saw her – a figure standing by the water, her hair flowing like dark silk in the breeze, eyes sparkling with mischief, lips curved into a knowing smile. For a moment, the world seemed to slow down, the distant city lights flickering like stars. "This beach isn’t always this quiet," she said, her voice carrying a playful tone. Ali felt a warmth spreading in his chest. "No, but tonight... it feels special." They began walking side by side, the damp sand cool beneath their bare feet, the whispers of the ocean creating a backdrop to their unspoken connection. She told him her name was Maya, a name that felt as fluid and enchanting as the waves around them. They talked about dreams, the cities they came from, and the silent promises hidden within the darkness of the night. As the moon climbed higher, casting silver trails upon the water, Ali felt the distance between them slowly melting away. Their hands brushed against each other, a small, electric touch that sent a rush through his veins. He glanced at her, catching the way her eyes shimmered in the moonlight, and knew this was no ordinary encounter. "Do you believe in moments that change your life forever?" she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of the waves. Ali paused, feeling the cool breeze against his skin, the sound of his heartbeat louder than ever. "I didn’t... until now." They stopped walking, standing there as the waves kissed their feet, their breaths mingling in the salty air. Slowly, almost instinctively, Ali reached for her hand. She didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned closer, her face inches from his, her eyes closing as if surrendering to the moment. Time seemed to freeze as their lips met, a gentle, tentative kiss that spoke of newfound connections and whispered desires. The world around them disappeared, the only reality was the warmth of her touch and the taste of the ocean lingering on her lips. As they broke apart, Ali felt his heart racing, his mind swirling with a thousand thoughts. She smiled, a slow, knowing curve of her lips, and whispered, "Sometimes, all it takes is a single moment." The waves crashed harder against the shore, as if cheering for the start of something beautiful. The night was still young, and their story had only just begun.
By Shafi khan about a year ago in Fiction
The Journey of the World" in English
In a quiet coastal village where the waves kissed the shores and the hills echoed with songs of old, a young woman named Elina dreamed of the world beyond the horizon. She was no ordinary dreamer—Elina had a gift for languages. From an early age, she could mimic accents, learn grammar by ear, and memorize phrases from books her parents brought from their travels. Her mother was a historian and her father a translator, both passionate about the preservation of world cultures.
By Abdul Malikabout a year ago in Fiction
Fallout - Chapter 4
The sun hadn’t even crept over the horizon, but the base was already alive with the low hum of movement. I clipped my weapon to my hip, scanning the yard as I moved through my morning drills. Every step was muscle memory – march, check, reload, repeat. No room for distraction.
By Delaney Allenabout a year ago in Fiction
From the Viewpoint of Qwan Mangum
Ok. This is what I recall. I was the first person in the class. Make that the first student. Mr. Gates was already there. Science happens to be my favorite subject. Since I had Study Hall before that, I was able to leave and get a jump start on the project. I know that you can’t tell by looking at me, but I’m a genius. I’m smarter than Mr. Gates and all of these other teachers combined. Check my test scores.
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in Fiction
Fallout - Chapter 2
Present Day The quiet of the barracks was suffocating, but I welcomed it. After the chaos of the mission, the stillness felt like a sanctuary. I was alone in my room, the harsh fluorescent lights from the hallway bleeding under the door. The faint hum of the air conditioner filled the silence, but it didn’t do a damn thing to dull the ache in my body.
By Delaney Allenabout a year ago in Fiction
From the Viewpoint of Mr. Gates
First of all, Mrs. Bronson, I want you to know that the class project was approved by the school board. This assignment was in no way responsible for what happened. I do admit that we were experimenting with electricity and flammable gases, these were done in a very safe manner. We followed all the guidelines to the letter. I’m not stupid. The project was simple. We ran a small electric current through a tub of water splitting the molecules into hydrogen and oxygen. The burners were used to distill the water. Tap water has chlorine and other contaminants that could affect the outcome of the project. Anyway, that’s getting off the subject. You want to know what happened.
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in Fiction
Opening Statement by Mrs. Bronson
As you all should know, my name is Wendy Bronson. I’m the principle of Bunsen Highschool. Today is Friday, November 15th. Classes are closed today as major repairs are under way to our science department. I like to believe that I am a fair and just educator. My office has an open-door policy. I welcome any student, teacher, parent or any other person to come speak to me anytime. If at any time I am not in my office, I give my phone number to people to give me a call. I always listen to each side when more than one person is telling a story. I believe that honesty should be rewarded while dishonesty should be punished. This has nothing to do with why the school is closed for the day. We did not receive any extra money to advance science.
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in Fiction
Onyx Storm (by Rebecca Yarros)
Onyx Storm Violet stood at the edge of the battlement, the wind screaming like a creature enraged. The storm was coming—not just any storm, but the Onyx Storm, the one her mother had warned her about since childhood. The one that didn't just bring lightning and wind, but death and awakening.
By FAIZAN AFRIDIabout a year ago in Fiction
