Young Adult

The Best Known Source
“The place that knows me best is,” the interview abruptly halted, and the reporter’s required earplugs conveniently fell out.
By Marc OBrien2 years ago in Fiction
Brand New Her
'The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished.' And the King was found to be cold marble in their shared chambers. His eyes open but never see again. Their child, Princess Emilie, was now the temporary ruler. And she hated every second of it. As she felt she was much too young to do anything of value.
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Fiction
The Queen Pelalandorus Incident
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Perhaps it was the wind. Others say it was because we were famished. A curse? For having killed her kin. Divine retribution for those we banished. A plague sent by the Vaquarin? For a war that was unfinished.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Fiction
The Golden Age of Young Adult Fiction: Trends and Triumphs
Young Adult (YA) fiction’s evolvement ever since the last two decades has most likely been regarded as the ‘Golden Age’. It is said that there is a vast increase in the quantity of literature in Young Adult genre and a widening scope of themes, characters, and societal issues which resonates with both teenagers as well as older adults. In this context, this article will focus on the key trends and achievements that characterize this golden Age of Young Adult literature, showing how Young Adult fiction has developed into a major narrative in the contemporary literary world.
By Diane L. Richardson2 years ago in Fiction
The Ex_Husband
In the unassuming community of Maplewood, where everybody knew one another's names and mysteries, Emily Thompson ended up at a junction. At 35, she had recently gone through a difficult separation from her better half, Ryan, a once-magnetic man whose appeal had blurred like the fall leaves. They had shared a coexistence for more than 10 years, loaded up with giggling and love, yet additionally developing distance and implicit feelings of hatred.
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Fiction
EDDIE'S CHRONICLES . Content Warning.
Heh! Addicted? Yes, Eddie was addicted. What was he addicted to? He kept wondering but constantly pushed it back to avoid accidentally waking himself from this bliss. The bliss blinded him form everything else allowing him only to look but not see.
By Eddie Macharia2 years ago in Fiction
The Journey of Narin. AI-Generated.
Narin was a young man who grew up in the tranquil town of Lithra, nestled between mountains and crystal-clear rivers. He was not a warrior or a legendary hero, but a simple apprentice blacksmith, known only for his precise work and love of the stories told by his grandfather. Every evening, by the firelight, the old man spoke of distant lands, magical creatures, and lost kingdoms. Narin dreamed of exploring those places, but reality always kept him anchored to Lithra.
By Emanuele Crasto2 years ago in Fiction
Imposter
may be more awful than if had simply happened once, and I could pull back with dismay. Respond. Shield myself. All things considered, I should imagine it isn't occurring in any way, stop with my fingers to her cool, papery skin. I'm locked there as certainly as though she had snatched me.
By rana miah2 years ago in Fiction
Captain Alia Hassan
Since early on, Alia Hassan had forever been captivated by the skies. She went through hours watching planes zoom across the skyline, their silver wings glimmering in the daylight. Experiencing childhood in a modest community in southern India, her fantasies about turning into a pilot appeared to be far off, yet she had a fire in her heart that wouldn't be doused. The vast majority of her companions longed for becoming educators, specialists, or designers, yet Alia's eyes were constantly set on the sky.
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Fiction
TCoE Dragons
Below are some notes on a few of the "most popular dragons" among Trindavin records passed down by various scholars and explorers within the book series, The Chronicles of Enchantments.
By Mel E. Furnish2 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 17
Keenwai's arms and shoulders ached from days of rowing. The captured meerbirds onboard the sea-wolf ship had adapted to their new life of slavery as good as they knew how. Twice a day, they were permitted to walk around the ship deck. One of the sea-wolf's would lead the chained line of meerbirds out for a walk around the perimeter of the ship. The meerbirds were back rowing with a steady rhythm. "I wonder how Grinyella and Podder are doing with rest of the mob?"
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
Crowley's End
I laughed under streetlights with Gaz, Brett, and Simon. I was brave. Cocky even. Not now. I shiver. The handle of my bucket is greasy with palm-sweat. No streetlights this far out. My friends are tucked safe in that warm orange glow, egging me on. I can't hear their shouts anymore.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction