Young Adult

Frozen
As I walked through the snowy woods, a playful magpie rested on the treetops under the dancing snowflakes. The wild rabbits began to dig deep under a pine tree. Slowly, a frozen, pale, stiff human hand emerged from its snowy grave.
By Susan Fourtané about a year ago in Fiction
"Say It Before It’s Too Late"
Aryan had always been the quiet one. Not shy exactly, but careful with his words. He believed that some feelings were too big for sentences, especially the ones he held for Zara
By fatima irfanabout a year ago in Fiction
“Rain Beneath Our Hearts”
Chapter 1: A Night of Rain It was one of those evenings when the city felt like it was crying. Heavy raindrops slammed against the windows, and the street lights flickered like old memories. Arman, a 21-year-old university student, stood under a small tea stall canopy, trying to shield himself from the storm. His bus had broken down two blocks away, and now he was drenched from head to toe. "Ek cup cha dao, bhaia," he said, pushing his wet hair back. As he took the first sip, the sound of hurried footsteps caught his attention. A girl, half-soaked in the rain, ran toward the stall. “Excuse me! May I stand here for a bit? Please?” she asked, catching her breath. Arman moved slightly to make space. “Of course.” She smiled, brushing wet strands of hair off her face. That smile stayed in Arman's head for a moment longer than he expected. "I'm Zinia," she said, noticing his gaze. "Arman." They both laughed awkwardly. And just like that, two strangers became a shared moment in the storm. Chapter 2: More Than Just Rain Minutes turned into an hour. The rain refused to stop, and neither did their conversation. “I love rain,” Zinia said, holding her cup of tea close. “It hides tears, washes away things we don’t want to carry.” “That’s deep,” Arman replied, surprised by her words. “I write sometimes,” she said. “Stories. Poems. Nobody reads them, though.” “I’d like to,” Arman said without hesitation. She looked at him, her eyes curious. “Really?” “Yeah. I think I already like the way you think.” The rain stopped, but neither of them moved. It felt like they were supposed to meet that day, at that exact place, under that exact storm. Before parting, they exchanged numbers. “Maybe… we could talk again?” Zinia asked, almost shyly. “I’d like that.” And so it began. Chapter 3: The Bloom Days turned into weeks. They texted every night, shared playlists, recommended books, and slowly peeled away the layers of each other’s lives. Arman found out Zinia was studying literature, loved sketching in her free time, and had a small scar on her right hand from a childhood accident. Zinia learned that Arman loved astronomy, played guitar, and had never been in love before. One evening, they met again this time, not under rain but under stars. “I feel like we’ve known each other for years,” Arman said. “Maybe we have,” she smiled. “In another life?” They sat on the rooftop, music playing low from Arman's phone, city lights glowing like fallen stars. “Arman,” Zinia whispered, “Do you think things happen for a reason?” “I think some people are meant to meet… even if everything else feels like chaos.” She rested her head on his shoulder. Silence followed. The comfortable kind. Chapter 4: Cracks in the Sky Just when things felt perfect, life twisted. Zinia suddenly stopped replying one week. No texts. No calls. Arman tried everything. After three days, she finally responded: "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disappear. I just… needed time." They met again, this time in a quiet park. “I’m moving,” Zinia said. “To Chittagong. Family issues.” Arman’s heart sank. “For how long?” “I don’t know. Maybe permanently.” “But… us?” he asked, unable to hide the crack in his voice. “I don’t want to lose what we have, Arman. But I also don’t want to give false hope.” He didn’t argue. He just held her hand tight, wishing time would freeze. “Will you wait?” she asked, tears filling her eyes. “Even if the stars fall, I’ll wait,” he said. Chapter 5: Love Beyond Distance Months passed. They stayed in touch. Long-distance was hard calls dropped, messages delayed, and sometimes, silence lasted longer than it should have. But they always found their way back to each other. Arman sent her poems. Zinia sent him sketches. On their “rainiversary” one year since the tea stall meeting she sent him a voice note: "Arman… If this world ever gave me one real thing, it was you. I’m coming back soon. Wait for me." Chapter 6: Rain Again It was a cloudy evening, just like that first day. Arman stood near the same tea stall, heart beating like a drum. Then he saw her. Zinia. Umbrella in hand. Smile on lips. Eyes glowing. Without words, they ran to each other and hugged tight rain falling gently around them. “I told you I’d wait,” he whispered. “I told you I’d come back.” The tea stall owner laughed. “Arrey! Oi dui premik abar firse!” They laughed too this time, together, forever. Epilogue: Love Always Returns Now they walk in the rain hand in hand, every drop a memory of how their hearts met in a storm and survived. Not all love stories need dramatic fights or grand confessions. Some just need a little rain, a cup of tea, and two souls willing to stay. – The End –
By Rifatabout a year ago in Fiction
Decisive day
Decisive day The three days had passed since the second challenge. It was a Friday morning, clear, sunny, and bright. I was contemplating the horizon on this morning when the strange woman approached.
By Aldivan Teixeira Torresabout a year ago in Fiction
The Ghost of the Mountain
The Ghost of the Mountain Night falls over the mountain. I light a fire and its crackle soothes my heart. It's been two days since I climbed the mountain, and it still seems like such a stranger to me. My thoughts wander and land in my childhood: The jokes, the fears, the tragedies. I remember well the day I dressed up as an Indian: With bow, arrow, and tomahawk. Now, I was on a sacred mountain, precisely because of the death of a mysterious indigenous man (the Medicine Man of the tribe). I have to think of something else, for the fear is freezing my soul. Deafening noises surround my hut, and I have no idea what or who they are. How does one overcome his fear on an occasion like this? Answer me, reader because I don't know. The mountain is still unknown to me.
By Aldivan Teixeira Torresabout a year ago in Fiction
The Second Challenge
The Second Challenge Arriving at my hut, I find the guardian of the mountain who appears more brilliant than ever. Her eyes never stray from my own. I think that I am exceptional to God. I feel his presence at all times. He resurrects me in every way. When I was unemployed, He opened a door; when I didn't have any opportunities to grow professionally, He gave me new paths; when in times of crisis, He freed me from the bonds of Satan. Anyway, that look of approval from the strange woman reminded me of the man I was up until recently. My current goal was to win, regardless of the obstacles that I had to overcome.
By Aldivan Teixeira Torresabout a year ago in Fiction
The Day I Stopped Being Afraid of Death (And Started Living
Chapter 1: The Diagnosis The doctor’s office smelled like antiseptic and false hope. "Six months," he said, flipping through my scans like they were takeout menus. "Maybe a year with treatment."
By Wiki Rjmabout a year ago in Fiction
"100 Before I Die" – The Journal of M. Content Warning.
Entry #1083 – Thursday, 7:14 AM I woke up to birdsong. Not the sweet kind, but that ugly, grating screech crows make when they’re fighting over trash. Poetic. My kind of morning. Coffee was cold again. I don't know why I bother brewing it. Habit, maybe. People love their little routines, don't they? Me too. Only mine includes carving initials into my wall—one for every soul I’ve sent off.
By E. hasanabout a year ago in Fiction
Love U, Fiona
LOVE U Fiona.. Our protagonist is Fiona. Fiona Ray. Fiona is an adopted girl. Her real mother is a Russian woman. Her mother came to Singapore in the mid-nineteen-eighties as a prostitute. She was sold to young men from high-class families in Singapore and earned hundreds of thousands of dollars.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Silent Echoes
The small town of Eldridge had always been quiet, nestled at the foot of mist-covered hills. People there lived simple, peaceful lives—until the day the voice returned.
By Ishaq Ahmadzai about a year ago in Fiction
The Hut
A new day appears. Birds whistle and sing their melodies, the wind is northeast, and its breeze refreshes the sun that rises fiercely hot this time of the year. Currently, it is December and for me, this month represents one of the most beautiful months as it is the beginning of school vacation. It is a well-deserved break after a long year dedicated to studies in a college course of Mathematics; The moment you can forget all the integrals, derivatives and polar coordinates. Now I need to worry about all the challenges that life will throw at me. My dreams depend on it. My back hurts as a result of a bad night of sleep lying on the beaten earth that I prepared as a bed. The hut that I built with incredible effort and the fire that I lit gave me a certain amount of security at night. However, I did hear howling and footsteps outside it. Where have my dreams led me? The answer is to the end of the world, where civilization has not yet arrived. What would you do, reader? Would you also risk a trip to make your deepest dreams come true? Let's continue the narrative.
By Aldivan Teixeira Torresabout a year ago in Fiction
The Sacred Mountain
The Sacred Mountain A long time ago, I heard of an extremely inhospitable mountain around Pesqueira. It is part of the mountain range of Ororubá (indigenous name) where the indigenous Xukuru people dwell. They say that it became sacred after the death of a mysterious medicine man from one of the Xukuru tribes. It can make any wish a reality, as long as the intention is pure and sincere. This is the starting point of my journey, whose objective is to make the impossible possible. Do you believe, readers? Then remain with me, paying special attention to the narrative.
By Aldivan Teixeira Torresabout a year ago in Fiction