Young Adult
A Minute's Difference. Top Story - May 2024.
It was a Tuesday, 2:58...59 in the afternoon. My friend Andy was white-knuckled gripping the edge of his school desk, staring desperately at the second hand of the clock slooowly circling round, while our teacher droned on and on. A girl behind me cracked her gum. Another classmate was fervently scribbling notes. I was trying to look just awake enough not to get called on. Wrapped in my grey hoodie, eyes drooping behind uncut bangs, head leaning on folded arms, I appeared the cliche of a bored teenage boy, on the verge of daydreaming his way into a more exciting life.
By Ellen Stedfeld2 years ago in Fiction
Around the Wall
First published in The Atherton Review, April 2021 “Hugo, what’s that on your face?” asks Daniel as he looks a little closer. Hugo sits upon the canvas bag he was sleeping on last night. Paz reaches over and peels the piece of rough fabric off his cheek. “Wow!” she responds. “You have a tattoo of this miserable place right on your cheek.” A small grid remains imprinted on his cheek. “It may be miserable, but it kept us alive another night,” Daniel proclaims so the rest can hear.
By Tony Martello2 years ago in Fiction
'Sidewalk High' - A Short Film Book Trailer. Content Warning.
This is the short film book trailer for my recently released book, 'Sidewalk High.' It was released on February 11th, 2024. The audiobook edition will be coming out June 30th, 2024. This is my second book, with the first being 'Concrete Jungle,' which was released on September 4th, 2021.
By M.O. LeClair2 years ago in Fiction
Afterlife
Afterlife In just 60 seconds, my life changed forever. A decade later, the defining minute is still vividly imprinted in my memory. Some may mock as I share this story, even though some of those who laugh will be religious and have their own belief in their afterlife.
By Alyson Smith 2 years ago in Fiction
Temporary Girlfriend
Jack shuffled through the crowded hallway of Edison High, the weight of a thousand unspoken anxieties pressing down on him. Valentine's Day loomed like a storm cloud, and the annual dance, a supposed celebration of love, filled him with dread. Jack, a self-proclaimed introvert who preferred the company of ancient texts to teenage flirtation, felt utterly out of his element. He yearned to disappear into the stacks of the library, his usual sanctuary, but the excited chatter about the dance was inescapable. Visions of slow dances and giggling couples swam in his head, making him retreat further into his shell. Just as despair threatened to consume him, a peculiar idea sparked in his mind, as improbable as it was audacious. Across the hallway, bathed in the soft glow filtering through the library window, sat Mia, a new transfer student with an air of mystery that intrigued him. With a mix of nervousness and determination, Jack approached her. "Hey, Mia," he stammered, "I, uh, I have a proposition for you." Mia, her dark eyes sparkling with curiosity, raised an eyebrow. Jack, stumbling over his words, blurted out his plan: to be his temporary girlfriend for the dance, with a generous compensation as an incentive. The silence stretched, thick with tension, before a slow smile spread across Mia's face. "Intriguing," she finally said, a hint of amusement dancing in her voice. "Tell me more about this fake love story of yours." And so began their unlikely charade. Afternoons were spent not crafting a fabricated romance, but forging a genuine connection. Jack, usually tongue-tied around girls, found himself captivated by Mia's passion for astrophysics, her dreams of one day unraveling the secrets of the universe. He, in turn, shared his fascination with forgotten civilizations, his collection of ancient coins whispering stories of bygone eras. Laughter filled the library, replacing the usual hushed silence as they discovered a shared love for witty banter and obscure historical trivia. In between stolen glances in the hallways and whispered conversations during class changes, a genuine bond blossomed between them. Jack, for the first time, felt seen, appreciated for his eccentricities and his quiet intelligence. Mia found a kindred spirit in Jack, someone who cherished her thirst for knowledge and her slightly oddball sense of humor. As Valentine's Day approached, the dance transformed from a dreaded social obligation to a stage for something more. The act they were putting on started to feel like a betrayal of the real connection they shared. Jack found himself stealing glances at Mia, his heart skipping a beat every time their eyes met. He dreamt of holding her hand, not as part of their performance, but because he genuinely wanted to. The night of the dance arrived, a kaleidoscope of flashing lights and pounding music. Jack, his stomach a knot of nervous excitement, met Mia by the entrance. They entered the gym, arms linked self-consciously, their practiced smiles feeling a little too bright. Yet, beneath the charade, a raw vulnerability simmered. During a slow dance, their fabricated story crumbled. Lost in the melody and the warmth of Mia's hand in his, Jack blurted out his true feelings. He confessed how their afternoons spent together, filled with laughter and shared secrets, had transformed this temporary act into something real. To his surprise, tears welled up in Mia's eyes, mirroring his own. "I was hoping you felt the same way," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. In that moment, the dance floor faded away. They weren't Jack and Mia, the temporary couple, anymore. They were just Jack and Mia, two souls brought together by an unusual circumstance, their connection genuine and powerful. They swayed to the music, not as actors in a play, but as two hearts finding solace in each other's embrace. The charade ended that night, but their story had just begun. The temporary girlfriend became something far more real, a testament to the fact that love can blossom in the most unexpected places. Walking hand-in-hand through the halls of Edison High the next day, Jack no longer felt like an outsider peering into the world of love. He was part of it now, his own love story unfolding, a beautiful reminder that the most extraordinary journeys can begin with a single, courageous leap.
By Afrizal Aji2 years ago in Fiction
Psycopat Friend
Once upon a time, in a quiet little town nestled among the hills, there lived a guy named Mike. Now, Mike wasn't your typical guy-next-door type. Nope, he had a dark side, a real dark one. He was known around town as the "Psycopat" (yeah, with a 'P' instead of an 'S', because he was quirky like that).
By kiki hadiyanto2 years ago in Fiction
