Young Adult
Whispers of Wonder
In the heart of a timeless valley, cradled by towering peaks and murmuring streams, there lived a little girl named Elara. From the moment she was born, it was clear that Elara was different. She possessed supernatural powers beyond anyone's understanding, powers that she couldn't control in her tender years.
By Blessing Enemigin2 years ago in Fiction
The Pixelated Loaf: My Adventures in Food, Tech, and Questionable Green Goo
In Neo-Tokyo, where holographic ramen advertised itself with aggressive steam effects that could practically fog your glasses, Amelia slammed her fist on the keyboard, nearly knocking over her mandatory cup of green goo labeled "Brain Fuel."
By Taeja Williams2 years ago in Fiction
The perilous journey
In the quiet town of Willow Creek, where the sun-kissed fields stretched endlessly, a group of teenagers eagerly awaited their sixteenth birthdays. The day they could finally slide behind the wheel, grasp the steering wheel, and taste the freedom of the open road. But little did they know that this newfound freedom came with a price—a price paid in heartache, shattered dreams, and twisted metal.
By othniel olusi2 years ago in Fiction
Life with My Autistic Brother
With all the strength I could gather, I charged at him and punched him squarely in the face. "Stop it! Do you feel proud picking on a kid? I screamed at him. "Let's see if you can protect your dumb brother forever, huh?" He taunted. I turned back to grab Alex's hand, but he squirmed out of my grasp and lunged towards Daniel.
By Story Time With Anna 2 years ago in Fiction
Guardian of the Gate. First Place in Whispering Woods Challenge.
Dappled light danced over the soft forest floor as beams of sun played with the leaves of the trees high above. Beech, oak, and yew stood tall and proud, sentinels of this ancient land. Colours of autumn were in abundance, the forest a tapestry of deep hues. Golds, and browns, and reds, interspersed with the ever present green. Occasional bursts of bright summer colours caught the eye. Purples, pinks, blues, yellows and more. Flora, stubborn of the changing seasons along with pixies, sprites, and a plethora of other low fae flying about. Warmer days would be rare until spring came a-calling once more.
By Morgan Christy Rickards2 years ago in Fiction
In The Dead of Night
“Are we almost there yet?” Gabriella asked sullenly, stuffing another fry from the last service station. She continued on the motorway, heading to Queensferry where the address told us. I looked from the map on my phone to the signs around us. We had decided to make the few hours drive in mid afternoon hoping to miss the traffic but still find a hotel. Yet two toilet breaks and food stop at three services and we were finally reaching the town limits. We didn’t really know too much about the place, other than it was split into a north and south with a couple of huge bridges connecting them. Gabriella had begun tapping her fingers on the wheel and I realised I had only nodded slightly. “Oh, yeah, should be just up here. Maybe another couple of miles. Then we can find our hotel and rest for a night.”
By Dee Jay Kay2 years ago in Fiction
What hope looks like
When the cat started speaking I knew it was the death of me. I wiped my tears as the cat walked and sat beside me, as the moonlit sky adorned in the radiance of the moon. She stared at me and with the beauty of her emerald-green eyes, she whispered," Don't shed tears for the ones who won't even remember about your existence. I wanted to say something but alas the alarm clock rang and I looked in the mirror. It was time for me to let go.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Fiction
Heart and Bone. Second Place in Whispering Woods Challenge. Top Story - April 2024.
Worst. Birthday. Ever. Thirteen was supposed to be exciting. A time of beginnings, endings. A rite of passage, a door to individuality and maturity. She was supposed to be surrounded by friends and family, not alone in the mud on the forest floor. Well, she was not entirely alone; there was the voice. That almost made it worse.
By Scott C Lillard2 years ago in Fiction
