Young Adult

Dumb Heroics
It's 7:55am and I'm definitely late for work. I don't know how time has gotten so away from me. Every morning feels like this. I open my eyes and look up at the same ceiling. I get up, follow the same routine. Wear similar clothes and grab the same bland breakfast.
By Zo Grimmwood2 years ago in Fiction
Same Book, Different Outlook
Age 12 I saw the book for the first time in the bookstore's fiction section. Despite knowing I should not judge a book by its cover, the book's cover is exactly what reeled me in like a fish to a worm. The title and author's name were in a thin yet bold font with various blues, pinks, and reds as the background. I read the book's synopsis, which helped me confirm that I wanted it. I begged my mother to buy it for me; she pulled out her credit card.
By JM2 years ago in Fiction
Heaven's Fall
The ones who had fallen could not have fallen far. Honestly, Dallas knew how far any could fall. The stretch between the Heavenly Gates and the streets of Brooklyn was a treacherous one, and the land he had been forced to call home for the last 7 years even broader. How was he to know Earth was so vast?
By Lizzy Rose2 years ago in Fiction
How does it feel to be loved?
Recently, I stumbled upon a TikTok trend where girls shared slides of their conversations with their loved ones. It began with, “No one could handle your words of affirmation,” and the rest of the images left me teary-eyed, knowing that people out there are loved that much, and some others have a love that is so sincere it defeats.
By Kylie Parsons2 years ago in Fiction
The Morro Angler
Jay grew up in a foggy coastal town with a huge rock at the end of the harbor that he thought resembled an old flaky chocolate Hershey’s kiss. However, in elementary school, he learned that the great Spanish explorer, Juan Rodriquez Cabrillo named it Morro Rock which means crown shaped mountain in Spanish. Later while in high school he recalled a local native American student in his class correcting the teacher about who truly founded it. She emphatically exclaimed to the class,
By Tony Martello2 years ago in Fiction
Unopened letter
The sky was always a brilliant blue. A letter—just sitting there, unopened, on the kitchen countertop. Armino’s collar jingled as he sniffed around the half-heartedly packed cartons, searching for any hint of his absent owners, but the house was quiet. The drooping ferns and wilted Calathea plants—she had forgotten they ever existed. His muddy shoes, caked with the grime of untrodden paths, rested by the door, with several illegally purchased 5-milligram Percocet pills crushed beneath them. The wind chimes hung motionless today. A shattered vase lay neglected on the floor. Their laughter had once inundated this cozy, dimly lit space. The faded sepia-toned Polaroid of their first vacation together was now crumpled and discarded in the trash.
By Sidra Anjum2 years ago in Fiction
The Journey of Indian Soldiers
The Journey of Indian Soldiers: Stories of Valor, Sacrifice, and Patriotism India, a land of diverse cultures and rich heritage, is protected by a formidable force of soldiers who embody valor, sacrifice, and unwavering patriotism. These men and women, hailing from different corners of the country, come together with a singular mission: to safeguard the sovereignty and integrity of their motherland. Their journey is not just a tale of military endeavors but a saga of relentless dedication and undying love for the nation.
By Syed Moizuddin2 years ago in Fiction
Golden River Luncheon
The sun shone brightly over the Seine River, casting a golden hue on the water’s surface. It was a perfect day for a luncheon, and the riverside restaurant buzzed with excitement. Pierre-Auguste Renoir had invited a diverse group of friends, models, and acquaintances to join him for an afternoon of food, wine, and painting. Each guest brought their own story, their own dreams and aspirations, which would soon be immortalized on canvas.
By olxia10 2 years ago in Fiction
03 Pick Your Arrows
“I’m so nervous for tomorrow!” “You’re nervous? I’m excited! I wasn’t called for the voting so I think I racked up enough points.”
By xhell2 years ago in Fiction
Blue Pill
“You’re kicking me out?” Freya’s breath fogged at her mouth as she stood in the cold in front of her landlord’s top apartment which he occupied. The short snarling man looked up at her through his grey glazed eyes, reflecting the neon blue fluorescent light above, a sign that he had been a bottle and a half through his wine.
By Rose2 years ago in Fiction
The Adronaut. Top Story - August 2024.
“I REPEAT, WE ARE ABOUT TO BE BOARDED. ALL GUARDS TO THEIR STATIONS. OVER AND OUT.” The mechanical tone to the man's voice, accentuated by the tannoy system he was talking through, blared through the ship. Not one person on board would have, or could have missed that warning.
By Liam Storm2 years ago in Fiction
He Told Me To Wear My Lifejacket
Come aboard, and take your seat. I was the new guy and the person training me in told me to put my life jacket on. He didn't tell me that I would need it on the first trip out. And he didn't tell me that if I fell in, he wouldn't be able to help me. Well, he did tell me once I fell in.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Fiction