Young Adult

The Circle
Slaughtered “Agent Red, how’s your wound?” “Back to normal, sir,” I smiled at Agent White and showed him my shoulder, no trace of the wound I had a week ago when I arrived unconscious back to the facility. But now I looked more stressed, with slight bags underneath my eyes from the exhausting research I did over the target. He had gotten so dangerous, the Circle decided to add him to the list of targets. And it wasn’t your regular target that stole some jewels from the Circle, but the most notorious targets to have ever lived, and only twelve of them existed, now dead or in prison. Now, he would be number thirteen. “No trace of him, White?” I addressed White, my voice slightly strained.
By Kate Ketmayura2 years ago in Fiction
Sculpted
Future (O) I came home to a cake. Unexpected? Most definitely. Was something up? Of course there was. Mæ always had something up her sleeve. I just finished tennis practice, sweaty and exhausted. My phone was ringing as I threw my tennis bag into the trunk of my Mini Cooper (ocean green and a beige interior, absolutely gorgeous). I picked up, juggling my water and my phone as I tried to open the door.
By Kate Ketmayura2 years ago in Fiction
Fate of the Seventh: Prologue
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Laborers along the River Aéyv in the royal city of Delfirth were the first to notice when the strong eastward current suddenly reversed and oozed languidly towards the west. Word spread throughout the city within the hour. But while the common folk were preoccupied by superstitious gossip, the royal family were alarmed when the queen had failed to appear to court before midday. Her chambers were ordered searched: her bed was made, there was no sign of struggle, everything was uncannily pristine. After the castle had been nearly torn apart to search for her, there was an uproar as the wells of Delfirth now tasted of bitter salt.
By Ian Read2 years ago in Fiction
The Living Statues of Orthavos. Top Story - November 2024.
"The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished," A soft melodious voice spoke quietly, as the sound of footsteps and water dripping echoed around the darkness in which the group was walking. The sting of ocean salt had stung their eyes as they went deeper into the cavern that they had taken a small boat to, off the coastal cliffs to the kingdom of Arataur.
By Hope Martin2 years ago in Fiction
Queens of Sorrow & Shadow
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. The dawn sky tore asunder, revealing violet lightning piercing through a gathering dark. The light of dawn was snuffed out by spiraling clouds, and the land around the city of Allure quaked and shook with a violence that toppled brick towers and crumbled tavern walls. Parts of the city that used to be upriver now became victims of a hundred year flood in the wake of the waterway's sudden reversal, carrying away people, houses and livestock.
By Amanda Starks2 years ago in Fiction
To Dance With You Is to Risk Being Bruised . Top Story - November 2024. Content Warning.
“Enter at your own riskI am not responsibleFor the misery I will bring youIt's just a matter of timeBefore I start to destroy youLet me warn you” - Elaine - Risky
By Caitlin Charlton2 years ago in Fiction
The Rose and the Bud
The river ran backwards on the day the queen vanished. Or maybe it ran forwards for the first time in my life. That feels more accurate at the moment. Everything currently feels a bit unreal. It has been only a few days since the queen’s disappearance, and for some reason, that one thing changed my life’s circumstances drastically.
By Ashleigh Woodward2 years ago in Fiction
The Circle
Part One Prologue My finger was hovering right above the button. Behind me, the soldiers were trying to open the door, their screaming and yelling echoing in the metal paneled hallway. I took a shaky breath and slipped my fingers on the butt of my gun. Then I slammed my palm on the softly illuminating red button and ran for my life. Glass shattered as I shot a bullet at it, the glass seemingly falling in slow motion in my mind. Gracefully avoiding the sharp blades, I somersaulted towards the window, my back just arching above the jagged ends of the window and leapt towards freedom. Whipping out my grappling hook, I shot it to the wall of the ship and landed perfectly on the second floor. My hidden earpiece crackled to life and Agent White’s voice shouted into my ear.
By Kate Ketmayura2 years ago in Fiction
Bobobubble Tea
“Strawberry lychee orange with brown sugar boba for Christina!” “Jasmine milk tea with a shot of vanilla for Garrett!” I expertly punched in customer’s orders into the system as behind me, Jason Gu wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead while he mixed milk and green tea into the blender. “Your total is thirteen dollars and thirty-three cents. Cash or credit?”
By Kate Ketmayura2 years ago in Fiction
Love is a Drug. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
“You know what, she was in love with me, and I was in love with her. We were in love” I claimed as a rancid smell wafted past my face, turning my head to see I had been talking to a passed-out man. But I really did love her, and I’m sure she loved me too. The way she left wasn’t right and I wish I knew what I could do to bring her back, with all my money.
By Jade Crouch2 years ago in Fiction
Murphy The Swamp Monster. Top Story - November 2024.
“Run!” I screamed, as the ground shifted and erupted around us. Still half stuck in the muck, I watched as the rest of our group, led by the glowing button, fled deeper into the forest. I held no blame for them because there was nothing they could do to save me. Large chunks of dense mud and sticks fell all around my position, completely cutting me off.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Echo's From The Mine
In the heart of a forgotten valley, surrounded by jagged mountains and thick woods, lay the abandoned Silver Ridge Mine. Its entrance yawned like the mouth of a beast, dark and foreboding, whispering secrets of the past to anyone brave enough to listen. The town nearby had long since lost its shimmer, its glory fading with the last echo of pickaxes against rock. Only a handful of souls remained, drawn by nostalgia or a stubborn refusal to leave their roots behind. One such soul was Clara, a woman in her thirties with chestnut hair and eyes that held the weight of countless stories. She had grown up in Silver Ridge, a place where laughter once filled the air and dreams soared as high as the mountains. Her father had been a miner, toiling long hours beneath the earth's surface, pulling precious silver from the dark recesses. But when the mine had closed, and the last vein was tapped, despair had gripped the town like a vice. Clara’s father had never returned from the mine after that fateful day—his body never found, his spirit swallowed by the earth he had loved. Clara often wandered to the mine, a place of shadows and memories. She could still hear the echoes of her father's laughter, the stories he spun about the glimmering silver, and the camaraderie of the men who worked alongside him. She could almost feel the warmth of his hand on her shoulder, guiding her through the darkness. Each time she approached the entrance, an uneasy shiver danced along her spine, yet something compelled her to return. One misty morning, Clara set out for the mine, determined to confront the past that had haunted her for so long. The air was thick with fog, lending an otherworldly quality to the landscape. As she drew closer, she heard the familiar sound of water dripping from the rocks, a melody that echoed in the silence. With a deep breath, she stepped inside, the cool air enveloping her like a forgotten embrace. The mine’s interior was a labyrinth of tunnels, crisscrossing in chaotic patterns. Shadows flickered as she lit her lantern, casting a warm glow that illuminated the jagged walls. Clara walked carefully, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and exhilaration. The deeper she ventured, the more she felt the weight of her father’s presence. It was as if the walls were alive with memories, whispering to her through the ages. Suddenly, Clara stumbled upon a hidden chamber, its entrance barely visible behind a cluster of rocks. Curiosity ignited within her, and she pushed her way inside. The chamber opened up into a vast expanse, revealing glittering veins of silver embedded in the stone, untouched and waiting. A gasp escaped her lips as she stepped forward, the treasure shimmering in the lantern's glow. As she approached the silver, a flicker of movement caught her eye. From the shadows emerged a figure—a man with weary eyes and a face etched with the marks of time. Her breath caught in her throat; it was her father, or at least a vision of him. He looked just as she remembered, standing amid the riches he had sought but never claimed. “Clara,” he spoke, his voice resonating in the stillness. “Why have you come?” “I’ve come to find you,” she replied, tears welling in her eyes. “To understand why you never came home.” He smiled gently, his gaze filled with both sorrow and pride. “I never left you. I am here, always. The mine holds my spirit, as it does the spirits of all who worked to carve life from its depths. You must let go of the past to find your own path.” Clara felt a rush of emotions wash over her, the pain of loss mingling with the warmth of love. The silver around her gleamed like stars in the night sky, a reminder of her father’s dreams. She understood then that the mine was not just a place of sorrow but also of hope and legacy. With newfound resolve, Clara turned to leave. As she stepped out of the chamber, the weight on her heart began to lift. The echoes of the mine still whispered behind her, but now they carried a sense of peace. She emerged into the daylight, the sun shining down on her like a promise, ready to embrace the life that awaited beyond the shadows of Silver Ridge.
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Fiction