Young Adult
The Whispers of Pages
In the city where silence reigned and shadows grew long, Evelyn walked with her head bowed, careful not to meet the eyes of the Watchers that stood on every corner. Their visors gleamed in the harsh light of the street lamps, reflecting a world drained of color and life.
By Caleb Lahr2 years ago in Fiction
227 Passing GO
I imagine my game with beautiful Alise—2nd place in the beauty contest! But she's with Reed. Reed the stud. They're on BALTIC AVENUE. I wonder, Will they pass GO? Everyone's dealt the same at the game's start, but some just advance by how the dice land.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
life matter,
I haven't posted anything about whats going on until now. Not because whats going on doesn't affect me because it does. I got a man I look up to who has to figure out what to say to his kids. I got co-workers that are frightened of cops. I got neighbors that have to figure out what to say to their kids and are frightened of cops. Sure what happened in Dallas won't solve anything, but why did it happen? It happened because certain cops are going to far. When regular people break the law, they get punished. However when these “Bad” cops go to far, what happens? They get to go on vacation until a press conference is held saying the cop did his job. How is shooting a person that didn't need to be shot doing your job. That's like me telling my boss I did what he told me to do when I didn't. Cops are here to protect man,women, boys and girls. Cops are here to protect you no matter if your white,black,blue,red or any other color. If they don't then don't we as people have a right to stand up and speak our minds. True we have the responsibility to do it peacefully, I mean “An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind”.(Gandhi) Think about this what if you son got shot by the cops. You would be heartbroken and want justice right? Yet I see posts saying that its their fault. Your telling me that if your son got shot in the head, you would still blame your kid and not the man behind the trigger? Some people are calling black lives matter is a hate group. Um no. Its simply a group of people wanting change. Let me ask you a question if you are white and your walking down the street and a black male shot you and you died on the spot, would you want people to say “well this is the bad stuff he did so its his fault” Some say black lives don't matter. Does yours? Every life does. It doesn't matter if you are homeless or live in a mansion. It doesn't matter what your job is. It doesn't matter how much is in your bank account. It doesn't matter what your skin color is. At the end of the day everyone is given the chance to wake up and do something with their lives. However because the color of skin, some are scared. Why should you be scared because the color of your skin?
By josh napper2 years ago in Fiction
Small Business Saga
Chapter 1: The Humble Beginning Anya was a fantasist and had that wonderful paradigm in her eyes alongside longing sinew. She also loved to cook, and her friends and family enjoyed tasting it. It was her holy ground; each recipe was a mad scientist concoction producing sweet confections that dissipated in the mouth.
By Iftikhar Akram2 years ago in Fiction
The Unspoken Grief
Sarah sat in her living room, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup. The house was quiet, the kind of quiet that seemed to amplify every small sound—the ticking clock, the hum of the refrigerator, the soft rustle of the curtains as a breeze passed through the window. She had grown accustomed to this silence, yet today it felt different, heavier, almost suffocating.
By Joseph Balami2 years ago in Fiction
You left
You left me. Lonely. Scared. A child who is only safe holding your hand and you let her go in the deep night, get lost in fear. I see our memories every time I close my eyes as if I’m walking bare feet on sharp glass. I still see your face in my selfies, holding my shoulders, your smile lightening the picture. The night that I now am forced to endure alone is sad, scary, foreign to me, different from the night I am used to. The night we walked hand in hand. The night we shared ice cream cones. The night filled with laughter echoing through the heavy trees. Now the trees are bare and the stars don’t shine. The moon is naked, unable to keep me safe. The person who was used to cry in your arms about the harsh nights is now crying in the arms of the moon about your absence.
By Marina Beshara2 years ago in Fiction
The Fall of Red Riding Hood. Content Warning.
Once upon a time, in a village nestled on the edge of an ancient, foreboding forest, there lived a young girl named Red. She was known for her fiery red cloak, a gift from her grandmother, which she wore with pride. Red was a spirited and adventurous girl, often wandering through the village and into the forest, much to her mother’s dismay.
By V-Ink Stories2 years ago in Fiction
Sleeping Beauty a Twist Ending
Once upon a time, in a kingdom forgotten by time, there lived a king and queen who longed for a child. One fateful evening, under a moonlit sky, their wish was granted, and a beautiful princess named Aurora was born. Her beauty was unparalleled, with hair like spun gold and eyes that sparkled like the clearest sapphires. The king and queen threw a grand celebration, inviting everyone in the kingdom, including the wise fairies who blessed the newborn with gifts of grace, beauty, and wisdom.
By V-Ink Stories2 years ago in Fiction
A Tale of Fate and Fortune
Chapter 1: The Encounter Maya walked along the cobbled streets of a small coastal town, where the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the cool morning breeze. The town was quaint, nestled between the rugged cliffs and the vast, azure ocean. She had come here for a retreat, a chance to escape the hustle of her normal routine and gather her thoughts.
By Samir hosny2 years ago in Fiction
