Young Adult
Fake it Til You Make It (the Story)
>How it All Started I suppose the first step to writing this story is telling how Janie and Rich met. Was it kismet? I guess you could call it that. It wasn't even a pre-determined blind date. Nothing like that. In fact, the odds of these two winding up together were a longshot at best. So, okay...this is how it happened.
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Fiction
World In Tatters Ch. 35
After Kiera and I finish our meal, I opt to head back to the hospital to see if I can lend a hand. Kiera stays with the relief station to help them feed the crowds. I spend the next several hours washing blood out of bandages and rags. By the time the sun starts going down, a new group of volunteers come in to trade off with us.
By Kevin Barkman2 years ago in Fiction
Tales of Ardia: A Confluence of Fates
Strosskar broke through the surface of the water, sending a rippling wave and a storm of spray in every direction. A pleasant sensation of afternoon sun cocooned his crimson scales as he spread his wings and continued to soar upward.
By D.K. Shepard2 years ago in Fiction
The Boy & The Tree
I guess being homeless isn’t as bad as I thought. At least I get to develop a strong bond with Mother Earth. Tuval, a depressed, withdrawn, bookish 14-year-old high school student, felt no more warmth, comfort, peace, and confidence in his life. The family’s vast, beige, villa-style house became a war zone; Tuval heard nothing but constant yelling, cursing, breaking glass, punching holes in the walls, and kicking cabinets. His bald, grumpy, sociopathic alcoholic father ruled the home with his cold-hearted nature. His miserable, indifferent, prune-coloured haired, overweight mother never listened to what he had to tell her about how he felt about his family. She always dismissed him and said things like, “Man up! It is a part of life!" Him and his brothers were at odds; they never got along and they had nothing in common with Tuval, so he’d often be seen spending time in his bedroom alone every night after dinner. The whole concept of family living covered his body with goosebumps.
By Talia Devora2 years ago in Fiction
When the commoners fight back. Content Warning.
We had just reached the top of the hill when I turned around and shouted to Henry to hurry up. He had just jumped over the low boundary wall, his arm outstretched, and was running towards me and Jully. He was so close, just a little further and we could hold hands again. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and everything went still. Jully screamed something behind me, but I couldn't make out what she was saying. I looked at Henry, and he looked back at me with eyes full of love, sadness, and pain. My eyes didn't follow his body as it fell, instead, they stayed put and locked with the most hated man, my eyes met the cold, dark, golden eyes of Sherrif Goodard. As I watched him load another bullet and roll it into the chamber, everything seemed to be in slow motion. I could hear the clink of the metal as it clicked into place. I didn't move, I couldn't really, because I was numb. I just glared down at the Sheriff, ready to accept my fate and hopefully join Henry in the skies. I didn't flinch as the gun was raised and aimed at my chest. The bang came again, and the bullet whizzed past me. But it didn't hit me. Jully had yanked me by the arm off the hill and pulled me forward as she ran into the woods beyond. I could still hear the marching of footsteps and clamor of voices as they pursued us, but they were too slow in their chunky, iron armor. Jully led me down an old path into the trees, but I didn't know where we were going. All I could think about was the image of Henry's face just before he fell and the little words he whispered. They sent my whole world spinning and crashing and healing, and I was a mess. Finally, we reached a large hole in a tree, and Jully pushed me inside before ducking under a bunch of vines. We were both safely hidden. The silence was worse than all the chaotic noise. My chest heaved as tears stung in my eyes, and my throat bobbed to keep from crying out. His bright eyes stared at mine, and his mouth moved, over and over in my head, listening to those words repeatedly. "I love you, little star."
By Digi Dragon 05 (Or Digi or Revely)2 years ago in Fiction
Love and Friendship
Once upon a time, in a cozy little town nestled between rolling hills and lush greenery, there were two best friends named Alex and Maya. They'd been inseparable since kindergarten, always getting into mischief together and sharing secrets like two peas in a pod.
By imanuel marco2 years ago in Fiction
Six Feet Under. Top Story - May 2024.
Buried alive. What a horrible way to go. Yazz lay there, in her own thoughts. What else could she do? She was hungry, thirsty, tired, mentally, and physically exhausted, and more than anything, she was bored. She hoped she would die of boredom before anything else, anything else would've been more painful. Like many people had, she and her friends had talked about what they reckon the worst ways to die were, it was a morbid subject, but it came up every now and again. Yazz had always been one to argue her point on drowning, others had mentioned burning alive, slowly and painfully bleeding to death, hung drawn and quartered, and being starved to death. It was strange that none of them had considered being buried alive, it had never come up. But now, she was thinking back to those conversations her and her friends had had, how could they have not thought about it? It took a lot longer than the others, you were completely confined, you couldn't move or do anything, you just had to wait, until your body was physically unable to support a life system anymore, which could take up to four days. Four! By far the longest out of all of them. She recounted some of these conversations just to try and pass the time, anything to pass the time. It was difficult to know how much time had passed since she had been underground, it was difficult to know anything. There were many things that Yazz didn't know, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how she'd got into the coffin, she'd just woken up there. Yazz also didn't know what time it was, or even what day it was, she guessed at Tuesday, it was Sunday evening when she'd been buried alive, intentionally, and although it had felt like weeks had passed, she was still alive, which means she hadn't died from dehydration, and therefore it couldn't have been more than four days.
By Liam Storm2 years ago in Fiction
What if You Didn't Leave the Pool for 30 Days. Content Warning.
Imagine the scenario: you are simply spending a day at home, it is you, and only you for the next mile (nearest neighbor). Delightfully intoxicated under the summer sun, you one well to constant the temperature by getting into the outdoor pool. Yet, on that night in your impaired state, yet you made a serious blunder and jumped into the short end, therefore breaking your arms. Trapped in the hole with no way to climb out, you end up totally in this moment. With dead or alive in between, you will certainly waste a whole month of time and it will be dead." How is your character prepared to cope with such a challenge?
By Amine Oubih2 years ago in Fiction
May the Fourth Be With You: Celebrating Star Wars Day
Star Wars Day: Star Wars Day, celebrated annually on May 4th, has become a beloved global phenomenon that unites fans of the iconic space opera franchise created by George Lucas. This special day, often marked by the playful greeting "May the Fourth Be With You", holds a significant place in the hearts of Star Wars enthusiasts around the world.
By Gopinath.R2 years ago in Fiction
