Young Adult
Swag and Sassy: Round 1
The metallic clang of the chain echoed as Trey "Swag" Williams rained hit after hit upon the heavy punching bag making it swing with every blow. Sweat glistened on his ebony skin, tracing the contours of his muscular frame like liquid bronze.
By theodore amos2 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 16
South from where the sea-wolf ship was at anchor, near where the meerbirds burrow lands were, there grew olive trees. Haniel was one of the olive trees. Every year his branches grew stronger. He was a healthy, handsome looking olive tree as far as trees go. He felt grateful to have been raised by humble, gracious parents. They had instilled many good qualities in him. He possessed a kind soul. They had filled his mind with the best of adages and stories. He had grown up on the edge of a riverbank. He knew that his roots needed the sweet water that faithfully flowed by every day without fail. Each season, the sweet water remained his source of strength.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 15
“Bry, for the dozenth time… please stop flopping around so much!” Pori was trying to keep little Bry from falling off her back and he wasn’t helping much. Pori was still not keen on the whole idea of poking holes in the the sea-wolf’s ship. “I think this is a big mistake… Something tells me that our parents would have a better plan here.”
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
Polk
Layers of overgrown black ivy vines popped and snapped as the encrusted door creaked open. A small, red, oval-shaped dog toy with large eyes and a busted squeaker instructed the rest of the group to avoid making contact with the poisonous plant. After describing the details of the unbearable rash that lasted for days if the black ivy touched you, everyone passed through the door’s dangerous threshold with the utmost caution and delicacy.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Queen Mother
Large fangs snapped at the stale air around us, intensifying with every slap of the blue whip against its hairy hide. The dark sock moaned and growled inaudible commands at the spider, aggravating the beast until it lunged for my throat with its eight legs.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Summer's End
¶ The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. It was the one good thing that happened that day. The leaf-shaped boat was tossed in the spray, pulled backwards up waterfalls and rapids. Puck held on for dear life, swinging the oar to and fro. He avoided rocks and rounded bends that seemed MUCH sharper going the wrong way. The spray drenched his green travelling cloak, and he hunched over the fragile little bundle wrapped against his chest, desperate to keep it dry. He sung soft nonsense words, too distracted with surviving to think up a proper lullaby. He hushed and crooned, trying to sooth the baby as it wailed shrilly enough to shame a banshee! He heaved on the oar as he saw another inverted waterfall up ahead, and desperately tried to shield the baby from the spray!
By Malcolm Roach2 years ago in Fiction
Don’t Open The Door
There was only one rule: don’t open the door.” “Richie, NO!” Charles said sharply as he grabbed Richie’s arm. “Oh what are you on about? It’s just a door” Richie dismissed. “No, Richie! It’s not just a door” Charles protested. “Its the forbidden door.”
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
Nowhere To Go. Content Warning.
"Lilah!" I heard mom shout for the third time from across the camp. "I said I'm coming!" I yelled back. "I can't find my bracelet!" That stupid bracelet that I just had to wear everywhere. It was the last thing I ever received from dad, and I could not find it for the life of me.
By Alex Manegarden2 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 14
Deep under the sea waters, on the sea floor, in Tilly’s bunker house, the four merfarie children enjoyed singing all sorts of songs. Cotton was delighted to hear them, as they had stayed at Tilly’s home for several days. All the while, Tilly continued to collect the luscious plants and feed them carefully through the transporting tubes to the other bunker houses. The tubes were only one-way, used to send whatever messages Tilly thought were important at the moment to the other seahorses.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Fiction
