Young Adult

Mom, Dad
Mom, Dad, I know that I’m a little late. Ok, I’m a lot late. But let me tell you what happened. It all started when I arrived at school today. There was this new student in my first period class today. Never saw him before. He sat right in front of me, turned around and said, “Hello Katie.” Of course, I was shocked. I had no idea who he was.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
THE PHANTOM HEIST
Chapter 5: The Medium Sarah sat in her car outside "Madame Rosalia's Spiritual Consultations," questioning every life choice that had led her to this moment. The small Victorian house was painted a deep purple with silver trim. Crystal wind chimes tinkled in the breeze, and the air smelled faintly of incense.
By Shane D. Spear2 years ago in Fiction
Gen Z Fashion Style with a Purpose
The young generation who belong to Gen Z which emerged from the mid-1990s through the early 2010s era combines sustainability practices with self-expression and comfort to transform current fashion styles. Through their life experiences in the digital era they learned to express themselves creatively on Instagram and TikTok which expanded their influence and fashion choices. The fashion culture from March 9, 2025 maintains its authenticity and purpose as its primary characteristics.
By Zulie Ranes2 years ago in Fiction
The Shadow Whisperer – An Archaeologist’s Journey Through Time
Chapter 1: The Mysterious Invitation It was a cold, moonlit night in the heart of Cairo when Layla received the invitation. The envelope, sealed with crimson wax, bore no return address. Her name was written in elegant calligraphy, and the paper smelled faintly of sandalwood. Layla, a young archaeologist with a passion for ancient mysteries, couldn't resist the allure. She opened it to find a single sentence: "The shadows whisper secrets only you can uncover." Intrigued, Layla decided to follow the cryptic message. The next morning, she found herself standing before an ancient, crumbling mansion on the outskirts of the city. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine, and the sound of distant drums echoed through the narrow streets. As she stepped inside, the door creaked shut behind her, and she was enveloped in darkness. Chapter 2: The Hidden Chamber Layla's flashlight flickered as she explored the mansion. The walls were adorned with faded tapestries depicting scenes of ancient Egyptian rituals. She felt a strange energy in the air, as if the very walls were alive. Suddenly, her foot caught on a loose stone, and she stumbled into a hidden chamber. The room was filled with artifacts—golden statues, intricately carved amulets, and scrolls written in hieroglyphs. But what caught her eye was a large, ornate mirror in the center of the room. Its surface was black as night, and it seemed to pulse with an otherworldly light. As Layla approached, she heard a faint whisper, like the rustling of leaves in the wind.
By amgad2 years ago in Fiction
The Importance of a Kiss
**: A Universal Expression of Love and Connection** A kiss is one of the most intimate and universal expressions of human emotion. It transcends cultures, languages, and time, serving as a powerful way to communicate love, affection, passion, and even respect. From a gentle peck on the cheek to a passionate embrace, a kiss can convey a myriad of emotions and meanings. Beyond its emotional significance, kissing also has psychological, physiological, and social benefits that contribute to our overall well-being. This article explores the importance of a kiss, its cultural and historical significance, and the science behind why kissing matters.
By Taiyab Ahmed2 years ago in Fiction
Conversations
Josh decided to create his profile on a dating website. It was 3:00 a.m. on Tuesday . He starts creating his profile Name: Josh Stevenson
By Sindhu Bughio2 years ago in Fiction
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Two (Part 8)
His father was standing in his bedroom doorway longer than we realized. He took in everything we were doing with his cold calculating coyote-like eyes; gathering all the details. He knew exactly what he saw. He saw the thunderbolts sparking between us, he smelled our magnetic fields entwining, he heard our heartbeats beating... as one.
By Christopher Dubbs2 years ago in Fiction
The Almost Goodbye
Elliot woke up to the sound of morning traffic, the distant hum of cars and the occasional honk filling the air. He stretched and sat up, rubbing his eyes as he prepared to start the day. But something was off. The bed beneath him didn’t feel familiar. The air smelled different. And when he turned his head, he wasn’t in his apartment.
By Ilsa Sophia2 years ago in Fiction
THE PHANTOM HEIST
Chapter 4: Historical Connections Sleep-deprived and shaken by the previous night's events, Sarah arrived at the Metropolitan Archives building when it opened at 8 AM. The text message had disappeared from her phone, but she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched—observed by something she couldn't see or understand.
By Shane D. Spear2 years ago in Fiction
Guardians and Angels | Chapter Two (Part 7)
Vanilla, and watermelon, that’s his scent… vanilla soap & watermelon bubblegum (and something else… something all his own) With my eyes still closed, his essence floated before me, his energy sparking against mine, an electric field buzzing and cackling against the razor-wire defenses I wrapped around myself so no one could notice me… but he noticed me. He noticed my armor wasn’t dull chainmail. No, my armor was iridescent fish scales protecting a fire opal heart glistening within me, silver and pink and blue swirls.
By Christopher Dubbs2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Dark
The night was heavy with the silence of forgotten dreams. In the small, sleepy town of Ashbrook, the streets were empty, save for the occasional rustling of leaves that danced along the pavement. The full moon cast its pale glow over the town, bathing the streets in a soft, silvery light. But within the walls of the old St. Mary’s mansion, something far darker stirred.
By Afia Sikder2 years ago in Fiction
The Tale of the Enchanted Nights
The Tale of the Enchanted Nights The desert wind carried whispers of a tale long forgotten, a story of love, resilience, and the art of survival. Beneath the moonlit sky, the golden domes of the Sultan’s palace gleamed, standing as a silent witness to the fate of countless women before her. Yet, Scheherazade was not like the others. She was different, and she knew it.
By Afia Sikder2 years ago in Fiction