Young Adult

When quick thinking saves the day
When quick thinking saves the day There were once two women in a country. One was called Mathewati. The other was named Tarkawati.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
A Tale of Love and Humanity
The Resurrection Flower | Humanity and the Red Flower There was a lovely Russian fairy tale I remember as a child. It might have been a form of ''Beauty and the Beast'' found in Western fairy-tale books. The picture and I were fonder of this Russian tale than the original. As I recall, the story is like this.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
EPISODE 3 : THE TEST OF POWER
The silence in Luiz Fernando's apartment was profound, but his mind was in turmoil. He was determined to understand the powers that now resided within his body. Sitting in the center of the room, with the blue stone in front of him, he took a deep breath, focusing.
By Luiz O freitas2 years ago in Fiction
The Ghost Train
Chapter 1: The Missing Persons The fluorescent lights of the Rockhaven Police Department's forensic lab cast harsh shadows across the evidence laid out on the steel table. Sarah Mathews pushed a strand of auburn hair behind her ear as she leaned closer to the grainy security footage, her green eyes narrowed in concentration. Three separate case files were spread around her workstation, seemingly unrelated until she'd spotted the pattern.
By Shane D. Spear2 years ago in Fiction
Punk Tactics
A quiet afternoon, just on the cusp of evening outside Bob’s Burger restaurant. The door holds an open sign as the birds chirped nuzzled comfy, tucked away in the restaurants' neon sign. The gentle winds pick up a lose feather guiding it along the faded green siding of the building, it makes its way towards the ally silently resting by the hand of none other than Louise Belcher, now 14 years old and no longer sporting her signature bunny ears. She recklessly hangs over the railing of the rusted fire escape- once a polished yellow, now a chipped rusted brownish-yellowish color. - Louise drapes her body over the rail with a phone in hand. “Come on Ruds! We haven’t hung out for most of the summer, why can’t you be there?” she lowers herself onto the rail, placing her full weight on it. “Look Louise, I’m not happy about it either but we’re still moving things in- I swear, there’s just too much to unpack. If I see another box after this, I think I'm just goanna explode!” He huffs. “Okay, okay. Breath Rudy, breath. - look, it makes no difference to me where we hangout, but I need to talk to you – face to face.” biting her lip in excitement trying to save the news until they could meet. “Sounds serious, all my stuff is unpacked, I'm sure mom and Dave can manage without me for a while if you’re willing to take a bus I can meet you halfway.” Just then Rudy’s mom calls out from the bottom of the stairs, “Rudy! Your dad is here!” – “Your biological dad not – you know”- he verbally stumbled “I’m sure you heard that.” He chuckled in slight embarrassment. “It must be complicated now that you technically have two dads.” She empathized “Yeah, I’m more worried about Dave. He- you know what, we’re gonna meet up soon so I’ll tell you then. Okay?” “Course, later buddy.” She hangs up the phone and puts it in her pocket, staying to take in the air for just a little longer. Rudy's gonna love what I’ve got planned. She thinks to herself, smiling as she watches a lone feather float by, the soft breeze tickles her nose. Inside Linda walks into the kitchen in search of something, “Gene?” She calls out to no answer, looking over at the opened window she pokes her head outside suspecting it was Gene. “Wha- Louise? You better not be smoking out here miss missy.” pointing a suspicious finger. “Mom! Of course not. I was on the phone with Rudy, we’re gonna meet up today.”
By Dylan-Quinn Harris2 years ago in Fiction
"From the Forgotten, whispers"
"From the Forgotten, whispers" That night, it rained a lot, pounding against the old house's windows in a pattern that unnerved Noah. The rain outside nearly drowned out the crackling sound of the flames as he sat by the fireplace. After his father's recent job loss, his family had recently relocated to this isolated, dilapidated farmhouse in the hopes of finding calm. Noah was not so sure, though. The house felt off, with its groaning flooring and odd odors. Something that did not wish to be discovered seemed to be concealed by the walls themselves.
By Rajoan Islam2 years ago in Fiction
THE DREAM
M ZURI “Get out! I can’t believe I gave birth to you. How can you be this stupid?” With tears rolling down her eyes, Zuri stood perplexed. She couldn’t believe her father would be this mean. Somewhere in her mind she feels he is just plain stupid but he gave birth to her and at least he stayed unlike her mom who bailed out on her. She thought her father would be supportive like he always has.
By Benjamin Boniface2 years ago in Fiction
Raj aka Yamraj: The 16-Year-Old Terror Who Became the Face of Death
✅ Introduction: In this world, some people are remembered by their names, while others by their deeds. Raj is one such name that has now become a symbol of terror. Just 16 years old, yet his presence strikes fear into the hearts of people. While the world knows him by his childhood photo, his true form is Yamraj – the messenger of death. His eyes carry destruction and his silence brings doom. No one knows what he looks like today. The world still clings to his childhood image, but in reality, he has become something far more dangerous and sinister. Those who have seen his face never lived to describe it. --- 🔥 1. Raj’s Childhood: The Birth of a Menace Raj wasn’t like the other kids. While his peers dreamt of becoming doctors, engineers, or artists, Raj dreamt of chaos. His childhood was a prelude to the dangerous force he would become. Fights at school: Even at a young age, Raj was known for his violent tendencies. He would pick fights with children twice his size and always came out on top. His merciless gaze and fearless attitude made him notorious. No friends, only rivals: Unlike most kids who surrounded themselves with friends, Raj was always alone. He didn’t need anyone – he saw emotions as weaknesses. Stubborn and rebellious: Raj lived by his own rules. He never obeyed authority and was expelled from multiple schools. Teachers feared him, students avoided him, and parents warned their children to stay away from him. Despite his young age, Raj's violent reputation spread like wildfire. --- 💀 2. The Transformation into Yamraj By the time Raj turned 16, he was no longer a mere boy – he was a force of nature. People no longer saw him as a human being. To them, he was Yamraj – the walking embodiment of death. Silent and deadly: Raj rarely spoke. He believed that words were meaningless – actions were all that mattered. His enemies often realized this too late. No regard for the law: Raj didn’t care about rules or consequences. He created his own code of justice – one driven by power and fear. Dreaded by all: Even those who had never met Raj feared him. His name alone was enough to paralyze people with terror. In every corner where Raj’s shadow fell, fear followed. He was no longer a boy – he was Yamraj. --- ⚡ 3. The World Only Knows His Childhood Image One of the most bizarre facts about Raj is that the world has only seen his childhood photo. A face lost in time: The only image of Raj that exists is from his childhood – a seemingly innocent face, unaware of the terror it would one day bring. An unknown identity: Though Raj roams freely, no one recognizes him. His present-day face remains a mystery, hidden behind the memory of his boyhood photo. A ghost in plain sight: Those who claim to have seen him vanish mysteriously, leaving no witnesses behind. Despite his growing infamy, Raj’s identity remains hidden in plain sight. The only image people associate with him is of an innocent child – unaware of the monster he became. --- 🌪️ 4. The Empire of Fear: Raj doesn’t need weapons or henchmen – his mere presence is enough to terrorize even the bravest. He is the storm that destroys everything in its path. The lawless Yamraj: Raj is untouchable. His influence spreads across the land like a plague. Even the law avoids confrontation with him, fearing the consequences. No mercy: Raj has no concept of compassion. He leaves no room for negotiation – only destruction. Living nightmare: His victims describe him as a ghost – appearing out of nowhere, delivering punishment, and vanishing without a trace. Raj rules through fear, with no face, no trace, and no mercy. --- 🌍 5. Raj’s Sinister Reputation Though Raj remains invisible to the public eye, his reputation spreads like wildfire. His name alone strikes terror into the hearts of criminals, authorities, and civilians alike. A legend at 16: At just 16 years old, Raj has achieved what most crime lords fail to accomplish in a lifetime. The faceless executioner: No one knows what Raj looks like, but his actions are infamous. His childhood image has become a symbol of terror, while his true form is a mystery. The boy who became a god of death: Raj’s enemies call him Yamraj because he brings nothing but death wherever he goes. --- ⚡ 6. Yamraj’s Deadliest Weapon: Fear Itself Unlike ordinary criminals, Raj doesn’t need a weapon – he uses fear as his most powerful tool. No guns, no knives: Raj’s deadliest weapon is his presence. His silent demeanor, piercing gaze, and unpredictable rage are enough to destroy anyone. Victims turn believers: Even Raj’s enemies speak of him with reverence, knowing that defying him means death. Fear becomes his identity: Over time, Yamraj becomes more than just his name – it becomes a living legend. --- ⚠️ 7. The Legacy of Yamraj: Despite his young age, Raj’s name has become immortal. People fear him even without ever seeing his face. A ghost among men: Raj walks freely among people, invisible yet feared, blending into the crowd with no one aware of his presence. The faceless nightmare: His childhood photo is all that the world knows, making him a faceless legend. The myth that became real: Though people call him Yamraj, many believe he is just a story. But the few who have faced him know the truth – he is real, and he is unstoppable. --- 🎯 Conclusion: Raj aka Yamraj is not just a name – he is a legend of terror. At 16 years old, he has become the face of death, feared by all but seen by none. His childhood photo is the only image the world knows, yet his true face is a mystery. His presence haunts the shadows, leaving only fear in its wake. In this world, Raj isn’t a boy anymore – he is the living Yamraj, the harbinger of death who walks among us, unseen but unforgettable. ---Start writing...
By Bull2 years ago in Fiction
Lost in Time, Lost in Love
That city was once theirs; every corner, every dusky café, every park bench held whispers of their names in utter silence. But time is a great eraser of footprints, a gradual fading of echoes, till even the loudest laughter begot only a distant hum.
By Hillary2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Masked . Content Warning.
Chapter 2: Identity Swap A few days later, the train finally pulled into Los Angeles Union Station. Passengers dragged their luggage off the train, the platform buzzing with activity. The clamor of announcements mixed with the sound of footsteps and the occasional shout.
By Dee2 years ago in Fiction
The Phantom Heist
Chapter 10: The Truth Sarah discovers the truth: the government never shut down the program, and is using Porter's spirit for modern espionage
By Shane D. Spear2 years ago in Fiction
"The Secret We Do not Share"
"The Secret We Do not Share" Eliot had always sensed that something about her—about him—was unusual. Lily would not talk much about it, but whenever someone inquired about her family, she would quickly grin or change the topic. Since Eliot had met Lily, there had always been a certain calm about her that made her seem impervious to criticism, like a secret just waiting to be revealed.
By Rajoan Islam2 years ago in Fiction