Young Adult

Dream Big
17 year old Vincent Comer is sitting at the lunch table in the high school cafeteria waiting for his best friends, Tina and Roger to meet him. Vincent is the captain of the varsity football team at Ridgemont High, so he is very physically fit. While at the table Vincent is surrounded by a mountain of junk food including: a loaded taco for Taco Tuesday, 2 large fries, a big bag of Lays potato chips, and a large bottle of Pepsi. Tina and Roger arrive just in time to find Vince inhaling his food.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
10 Best Anime To Watch Most Popular Anime Of All Time. Content Warning.
The universe of anime offers an immense expanse of stories, from activity stuffed sagas to endearing cut of-life stories. With such countless decisions, picking where to start can dismay. However, dread not, gutsy anime globe-trotter! This guide plunges into 15 of the most acclaimed and famous anime series ever, offering a sample of the different encounters that anticipate.
By Bikash Purkait2 years ago in Fiction
Devil Defeated by Villagers
In the little, isolated town of Eldenwood, settled profound inside an old woodland, life had forever been basic and quiet. The townspeople were a very close local area, living off the land and supporting each other. Be that as it may, their tranquility was broken one critical night while a chilling breeze blew through the town, carrying with it a sign of fear.
By borsha afrin302 years ago in Fiction
The Bridge Between Hands and Heart**
In the clamoring city of Rivertown, where high rises kissed the sky and the murmur of industry consumed the space, carried on with a man named Daniel Thompson. Referred to by his friends as "Iron Dan," Daniel was a day specialist with a steady soul and the solidarity to coordinate. No matter what the season, be it the burning intensity of summer or the gnawing chill of winter, Daniel could continuously be found working enthusiastically on building destinations, in production lines, or finishing any work that requested his phenomenal strength.
By borsha afrin302 years ago in Fiction
An Unexpected Appointment. Top Story - May 2024.
“Hi,” Standing at about five-foot-six inches — including her five-inch stiletto tan boots — the stranger smiled a friendly, all-knowing smile.
By Lyla May2 years ago in Fiction
From Lambo Dreams to Los Angeles Love. Content Warning.
From Lambo Dreams to Los Angeles Love: A Share Market Fairytale The Los Angeles skyline shimmered like a mirage in the California heat. For Priya, a bright-eyed analyst on the Mumbai stock exchange, it was a million miles away, yet closer than ever. Her phone buzzed, displaying a notification that sent a jolt of excitement through her – her latest stock pick, a fledgling tech startup, had skyrocketed in pre-market trading. This wasn’t just any win; it was life-changing.
By sanjeevan2 years ago in Fiction
School Friends Drift Apart.
In the core of the clamoring city, there was a secondary school named Rosewood Foundation. The school was known for its scholastic greatness as well as for the very close fellowships that bloomed inside its walls. Among these companionships was a gathering of five young ladies: Emma, Lily, Sarah, Mia, and Claire. They were indistinguishable, their giggling reverberating through the passages and their mysteries shared under the old oak tree in the schoolyard. They referred to themselves as "The Rosewood Five," a name that represented their bond and the school they cherished.
By borsha afrin302 years ago in Fiction
Eternal Love Letter.
My Dearest Love, From the second our eyes met across that packed room, a flash touched off inside me that I knew would redirect my life until the end of time. Maybe the universe had plotted for us to be in that precise spot at that definite second. I recall how the world appeared to blur out of spotlight, leaving just you and me in sharp concentration. Your eyes, glimmering with a glow I had never seen, attracted me like a magnet, and I was defenseless however to follow their call.
By borsha afrin302 years ago in Fiction
SADNESS OF LOVE
In the maze of human feelings, not many stories are essentially as powerful and tormenting as that of the working-class kid and the young lady whose adoration bloomed despite everything, just to shrivel under the heaviness of cultural assumptions and individual battles. Their story, similar to a Shakespearean misfortune, unfurled with all the excellence and misfortune innate in the human condition.
By Shimul Muhury2 years ago in Fiction
Why Cybil Makes Her Bed
Once upon a time, there was a lovely, precocious young girl named Cybil. Cybil was very special: she was Magickal! She sometimes saw things that other people couldn't; or she knew something would happen before it did; and sometimes she knew things that no ordinary eight year old could know.
By Kyle Hulbert2 years ago in Fiction
The Lazarus File: A Case of Borrowed Time
Detective Riley wasn’t superstitious, but when the call came in at 3:14 am, a shiver ran down her spine. It was the same ungodly hour her father, a decorated cop himself, had bought it in a sting operation gone wrong. “Homicide at the Lazarus Museum,” the voice on the other end crackled. “Victim: Dr. Evelyn Thorne, curator.” Evelyn Thorne. The name hit Riley like a forgotten memory. She vaguely remembered a childhood fascination with the eccentric archaeologist, a woman known for unearthing lost civilizations and defying expectations. Now, she was found dead in the very museum she’d built. The Lazarus Museum, an imposing neo-gothic structure, loomed over the city like a mausoleum. Rain lashed against the gargoyles, casting grotesque shadows on the cobblestones. Inside, the air hung heavy with the scent of dust and forgotten things. Thorne lay sprawled beside a sarcophagus, a golden scarab amulet clutched in her hand. There were no signs of forced entry, no struggle. Just a single, crimson puncture on her neck. “Looks like an exotic poison,” the medical examiner murmured, his gaze flickering between the body and the gleaming artifact. “Quick acting, painless.” Riley felt a knot tighten in her gut. This case reeked of something more than a random robbery. Thorne was known to be fiercely protective of her collection, especially the Egyptian artifacts. The scarab, a symbol of rebirth, felt like a calling card, a deliberate taunt. Days blurred into nights as Riley delved into Thorne’s world. The woman was a walking paradox – brilliant, but reclusive, obsessed with the afterlife but terrified of her own mortality. Her obsession with ancient Egyptian rituals and near-death experiences was well documented. Had she been playing with forces beyond her control? A breakthrough came from an unlikely source – a museum security guard, a young woman named Elara with an encyclopedic knowledge of Egyptian mythology. “The ritual of Set,” she explained, her voice hushed. “It allows the transfer of one’s life force into another, using a sacred scarab.” A cold realization dawned on Riley. The scarab wasn’t a trophy; it was the key. Thorne had orchestrated her own death, hoping to cheat fate. But who, or what, was supposed to receive her stolen life? The answer came in the form of an old, faded photograph found in Thorne’s private office. A younger version of Thorne, standing beside a man whose face was eerily familiar. It was Lucas Thorne, Evelyn’s twin brother, presumed dead in a plane crash decades ago. The investigation took a sinister turn. Lucas Thorne, it turned out, was very much alive, living a reclusive life on the outskirts of the city. His body, mangled beyond recognition, had been misidentified. Apparently, the crash had left him clinging to life but irreparably disfigured. Faced with a future of isolation and pain, Lucas had become consumed by his sister’s work, particularly her research on the afterlife. He’d convinced her to attempt the ritual, believing it would grant him a new lease on life. The confrontation came in the museum’s deepest vault, a chamber dedicated to the Egyptian underworld. Lucas, gaunt and cloaked, stood beside the sarcophagus, the stolen life force coursing through his veins. The golden scarab thrummed with an unnatural energy. The ensuing fight was brutal. Lucas, invigorated by the borrowed time, fought with a desperate strength. But Riley, fueled by a mix of grief and rage, disarmed him. Just as she apprehended him, a low groan echoed from within the sarcophagus. The lid creaked open, revealing a mummified figure unlike any other. Its desiccated wrappings seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly light. In its lifeless hand, it clutched another golden scarab, its surface etched with symbols of forgotten power. Riley’s heart hammered against her ribs. It wasn’t just Lucas who wanted to cheat death. Something far more ancient, far more malevolent, had been awakened. And it had a plan of its own. The Lazarus file, she realized, wasn’t closed. It had just taken a horrifying turn.
By sanjeevan2 years ago in Fiction
Happiness
Once upon a time in the bustling town of Elmwood, there lived a young woman named Sarah. She was in her late twenties, worked at a small local café, and had a knack for making everyone around her smile. Despite her seemingly average life, Sarah was incredibly happy, and everyone in town often wondered what her secret was.
By Deni Wijaya2 years ago in Fiction