Young Adult
A Curse to Break; Chapter 8
The next few days pass without any excitement. I sit silently in the back of the covered wagon as we move during the day and at night, the leader now forces me to sit out by the campfire until I'm yawning. I still don't know where they're taking me. I can't muster up the courage to ask where I'm being taken; not that they were likely to give me an answer anyway. My dread grows with each passing day. I can't help but wonder if I am actually being taken anywhere. They could be taking me in circles for all I knew. Either way, the dread continues to grow. Why me? If this 'captain' had done his research, he'd know I was a useless captive. My family wouldn't pay much for me.
By Katarzyna Crevan2 years ago in Fiction
Fox Hunt: Chapter 9
I dismount when I can finally hear the rushing of the falls. I'd walk the rest of the way, and give the horse a break; we had made better time than expected. With luck, I wouldn't be waiting too long for the militiaman I'd be working with to show up. I can feel my lips twisting in disdain at the thought of him. Priamos had assured me he was good, that he would be helpful, but it didn't change the fact I didn't want a partner. I was more than capable of handling this myself. Yet, orders were orders.
By Katarzyna Crevan2 years ago in Fiction
Nothing Good Happens After 2am
The city of Accra pulsed beneath the dark sky like the heartbeat of a giant, alive and thriving despite the late hour. Neon lights flickered along the coastal streets, casting a glow over the silhouettes of night vendors who were still peddling their wares, calling out to late-night stragglers in a rhythmic chorus. Taxi horns blared in the distance, competing with the hum of generators and the occasional laughter spilling from a nearby bar. The air was thick with the smell of roasted corn, fried plantains, and the distinct saltiness that the ocean breeze carried in from Labadi Beach.
By Emmanuel Einstein2 years ago in Fiction
The Lady in White Heels. AI-Generated.
I first saw her on a Thursday. The city was alive, humming with its usual chaos—people rushing, taxis honking, the distant echo of construction. But amidst all that noise, she appeared, cutting through the crowd like a whisper. It wasn’t her clothes that caught my eye, though she wore them with effortless elegance, nor was it her smooth, graceful stride. It was her shoes.
By Edidiong Abasiattai2 years ago in Fiction
The Silent March: A Stranger’s Quest for Redemption in the Himalayas. AI-Generated.
Remi stood at the edge of the Himalayas, unsure of why he came. His life was a mess, full of regrets and mistakes. The towering mountains, silent and strong, seemed like the only place where he might find peace. Maybe here, in this endless wilderness, he could finally escape the guilt that had followed him for years.
By Rajesh Dhiman (Rajesh)2 years ago in Fiction
Burning for You
Even the very thought of this man had me in a smiling frenzy. The way his gorgeous emerald-green eyes crinkled as he would smile. Those luscious golden-brown curls that would always somehow manage to take shape, even in the windiest of days. He was my person, and I love to think that I was his as well. Although... It wasn't always like this. The day I first met Helm, I swore to God that I'd hate him forever. He drove me absolutely bananas just by doing something as simple as breathing too much. To this day, I still haven't a single clue as to why he'd drive me up the walls. Just that I couldn't even as much as glance as the man without feeling furious with him for whatever reason. He'd do as little as yawn while looking in my direction, and I'd have steam blowing out of my ears. Nowadays, he and I tend to laugh about it... cracking up jokes as we both would mock how much his tiny antics drove me crazy. Now, he'll tell me constantly how he used to do whatever he could to get my attention... an attempt that typically ended in failure due to my complete and utter annoyance with anything he'd do. Even today, he still tells me that he's just going to use those little stories to help motivate our child to never give up on what he wants in life.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
Fate.
Dear Diary: Today, I fell. Hard. Unexpectedly. Never would I have thought that I'd ever think that today would've gone the way it had when I woke up this morning. From the breakfast reservation to the spa appointment I've had scheduled, I had everything all planned out. This wasn't supposed to happen. I swear, diary. Honest. This was not supposed to happen.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
Hidden in Plain Sight
There I stood. At the edge of the dock. The loud thrashing of the waves moving around below my feet. The water moving at a rapid pace; flowing over and around the fallen body. His body. The tattered clothing of his swaying against the current as they barely held against his skin; as if to be holding on for dear life, afraid to become lost amidst the darkness of the ocean forever. My thoughts moving rapidly throughout my mind.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
