Young Adult

The Ripple of Pride
The town of Rivershade had always been a quiet, serene place nestled between rolling hills and dense forests. It was a community where everyone knew each other and traditions were deeply cherished. But even in this idyllic setting, pride and resentment could brew storms that left scars for generations.
By Mary Emmanuel2 years ago in Fiction
The Mess That Saved Us
Chapter 1: Meet Ethan Ethan Bright, was infamous among his friends and family for his messiness. At home in the small town of Clearford, his room was a disaster zone—a landmine of dirty socks, empty food wrappers, and discarded notebooks. His mother, Mrs. Bright, would scold him endlessly, but her words were like whispers in a storm.
By Mary Emmanuel2 years ago in Fiction
Who is Madison Zhao CEO Instagram
Nowadays, we are surrounded by the world of digits, where one of the principal ways through which we connect with others is with the help of social media websites. One among the prominent of these sites, Instagram, continuously evolved year by year. In the wake of growth, many people grow. Among such influencer figures stands Madison Zhao-the name of the person, in all likelihood has raised some queries for quite a few people. You may be wondering, "Who is Madison Zhao, and what's their role in Instagram's journey?
By Madison Zhao Fan Page2 years ago in Fiction
Stockroom Secrets 9. Content Warning.
My Thursday at work dragged on, but I was pleased when I was finally able to sign off and head for my car. A couple of things had happened with Hoppy which, while they weren't serious, had gotten me thinking.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters2 years ago in Fiction
Timeless Matters
And all of a sudden, everything seemed small. Things, words, people—the illusion of living. The silence remained, a quiet observer, ever-present and eternal.
By Emad Beshay2 years ago in Fiction
The horrifying bright yellow
The horrifying bright yellow ”They are down there in the water. I noticed multiple flashes of brilliant yellow shooting out from and then receding down below the surface, only to rise up again in a regular pattern. Like a dancing routine. Brightly yellow and lethal. Are they ridiculing us? The decaying, delicious odor of death is still trapped in my nose. We are locked here, and people are losing their minds.’
By QuirkTales2 years ago in Fiction
Vengeance. Content Warning.
Slowly letting that word sink in 'barren'. I didn't feel a thing. The whole world didn't exist and neither did I. Nightmare took hold of my shoulders to give a light shake, trying to get a reaction out of me. With no response he dug his fingers in while saying, "Z talk to me." They lowered themselves to my eye level to plead, "Please talk to me Z." Closing my eyes to take in a shallow breathe I placed my hands on top of theirs. Nightmare's grip tensed as I slowly opened my eyes. They flinched back as he looked deeply into my eyes, I heard him thing nothing. Looking through Nightmare to see Ripley I stood in front of her within a second.
By Lucy Torralba2 years ago in Fiction
The Future of Fiction: Exploring Digital and Interactive Storytelling
The landscape of storytelling is evolving at lightning speed. With the rise of digital platforms, readers are experiencing stories in ways never imagined before. No longer confined to the traditional print and paper medium, the world of fiction is being transformed by interactive experiences, visual novels, and immersive technologies. From interactive fiction apps to the allure of virtual reality (VR), digital storytelling is rapidly changing how narratives are told, consumed, and lived.
By Diana Crooks2 years ago in Fiction
The Omega Heist: A Game of Survival.
The Beginning: It was a cold dark night in New York City. Rivera a notorious thief was about to take the biggest risk of his life. A mysterious letter had arrived at his doorstep:
By Adnan Rasheed2 years ago in Fiction
Perfection and trouble
Lachlan showed up to class with a bloody nose again. I wondered what he had gotten into this time. It was like this every time we had morning form—I showed up to my seat next to the sunny window, looked through my emails, assignments, and notes. The rays casted my desk in pure warmth. Then, five minutes after the bell, Lachlan appeared. With a new wound or bruise or something like that. It was like he attracted trouble and pain wherever he went.
By Sapphire D.B Boa2 years ago in Fiction
Chapter One — The First Vision
The morning mist clung to Eldergrove like a gossamer veil, wrapping the ancient village in its ethereal embrace. Elara moved through her small cottage with practiced grace, gathering dried herbs from rafters heavy with bundles of lavender, rosemary, and sage. The scents mingled in the air, creating an aromatic symphony that had become as familiar to her as breathing. Through the window, the first rays of dawn painted the sky in shades of amber and rose, a sight that usually brought her peace. Today, however, something felt different.
By Leong2 years ago in Fiction
The Frequency of Forgetting: A Mind-Bending Science Fiction Story About Memory Loss, Quantum Consciousness, and Human Connection
"When Memories Sing" My daughter forgot me on a Tuesday morning. I was making her favorite breakfast—blueberry pancakes shaped like hearts—when Maya looked up from her plate and asked, with perfect politeness, "Who are you?"
By Ian Mark Ganut2 years ago in Fiction