Young Adult
"The Last Secret"
"The Last Secret" Outside, the old mansion's windows were battered by the storm's ferocious winds and pouring rain. Inside, Lily paced the dark corridor with anxiety, her pulse pounding with every stride. Answers were promised in the letter she had just received that morning. solutions to the riddle that had plagued her family for many years. However, she could not get rid of the sensation that someone was watching her as she stood there, on the verge of learning the truth.
By Rajoan Islamabout a year ago in Fiction
High school Sweethearts
"Go Long!" As Darrin walked back past the library, Charlie waited expectantly for the snap. Unfortunately for the players, Mr. Lombardi, the principal, was just strolling out of the cafeteria with a tray full of lukewarm mac and cheese. The administrator stopped to lecture an underclassman for running at precisely the wrong place and time because the pigskin touched down smack dab in the center of his field of cheesy noodles.
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Fiction
Punk Tactics
In the long-forgotten fallout shelter Jessica and Millie were waiting for the pair. Louise entering first they nod in acknowledgement before returning to earlier tasks – reading and clipping magazines. - Their heads quickly snap back to the entrance upon Rudy’s descent.
By Dylan-Quinn Harrisabout a year ago in Fiction
Destiny Turn
Chapter 1: Shadows of Childhood Night in New York, icy winds sneaked through the narrow alleys of the Bronx. Cross, a skinny boy with cold eyes, huddled in a dark corner after escaping from the orphanage. He didn’t know what the future held, but one thing was certain: survival was an endless battle.
By THE INSPIRERabout a year ago in Fiction
The Man Who Understands and Loves
Female I am looking for a man who knows my sorrows.. Having someone like that is the joy of life... So... thank you... A man who can recognize the pain behind my smile, understand what is kept in my heart without saying anything, and thinks about my happiness more than anything else..
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers of New Blood. Content Warning.
BLUE DEMON I can still taste death in the air, like cigarette ashes on my tongue. The flames that rose on my father left patches of missing skin. His oils from his body didn’t help with the stiff, leathery, charred-black skin that never grew back. It smelt like bleach and gasoline with a sharp stench of acrid. A vacant body. More like a dissolved shell. Midnight falls and I look out my Hexagon shaped window, thinking to myself. If I only listened to mom, he would still be here. I could smell the sour blood that stained the wooden Oak tree. I could only see the shadows of my late father sprinting through the woods. My mother, Emillia, doesn't believe in the soul running freely after one’s physical body is dismantled. She would say that's the devil's work. When my father would run off doing rituals with los Muertos, My mother would grip her silver, metal cross in her hands and shut her eyes while reciting words that would bring her to weeping tears. “Please forgive him lord, for he has sinned a great sin.” Falling to her knees and crying out to the lord. Though My father Daniel, was a believer of God, but more spiritual than religious. My father believed in blessing the rooms with sage, and praying to God but also to deities. One moment he would pray to God for prosperity, and when God didn’t answer him as fast as he wanted, the deities acted on his timing. It feels like it was only yesterday, where I would smell the musky, savory, forest-like scent, and white smoke coming from a green, thick, grassy wand. “I call upon Elegua, illustrious warrior and divine messenger of the Yoruba pantheon. I ask for your protection and guidance on our journey through life. Grant my family and I health, safety, and success with utmost importance. Bless me with a shield against negative energies or evil eyes that may harm me. Help me defeat any enemies or obstacles in my path so I can use all the amazing gifts life presents. May the sacred act of lighting your candle bring great possibilities into my present and future. Ashe.”
By Angel Aguilarabout a year ago in Fiction
The Foundation of Family Begins with Love
What you give to a woman will return to you. A man who believes he can safeguard his children while waging war on their mother is living in a dream world. The love, respect, or hurt that he shows his partner will always be returned to him through his children. This thing is just plain unavoidable. Our home is the emotional and spiritual backbone of our homes, the mental health of a woman dictates the emotional health of everyone involved.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
High School Sweethearts
Darrin ran backward past the library, football in his outstretched arms, light as a dancer, quick as a whip. That's what the coach always said. Paula watched from the doorway of the library, popping her trident gum. The cinnamon stung her lips, sending a flush through them and touching them with a natural pink hue. She silently admired Darrin's perfect snap as the ball sailed past her and into the principal's lunch tray, scattering his macaroni and cheese with a wet splattering as he walked out of the cafeteria. Everyone scattered as his massive jowly cheeks puffed out like a sleeping hound dog when he tried not to scream obscenities at the rough-housing seniors.
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Fiction
"The Quiet Observer"
"The Quiet Observer" Detective Leah Harper got the call shortly after midnight. As she sipped her cold coffee in her office, she gazed blankly at the case file in front of her. She had been up for weeks investigating a series of unsolved disappearances throughout the city, each one more mysterious than the last. Only an unsettling collection of photos provided to their relatives remained after the victims, who were primarily women, had disappeared without a trace. As though someone had been observing the women for a long time, the photographs, which were always taken from a distance, depicted them at their most vulnerable.
By Rajoan Islamabout a year ago in Fiction
