Young Adult
The Guardian of Whispering Woods
The Enchanted Realm In the heart of the kingdom of Eldoria, nestled between the towering mountains and the sparkling rivers, lay the Mystical Whispering Woods. This ancient forest was unlike any other, for within its depths resided sentient beings as old as time itself. The Whispering Trees. These majestic beings were not mere flora but possessed wisdom and consciousness that rivalled that of the most learned scholars.Legend spoke of the Whispering Woods as a place of magic and mystery, where the trees whispered secrets of the past and the future. It was said that those who dared to venture into its depths would be forever changed by the enchantment that lingered in the air. However, those who sought more than the peace and wisdom learned from these gentle creatures would soon find out there was much more these simple-looking trees were capable of.
By ColdHardCash3 years ago in Fiction
The Chess Prince
Knowledge is the best form of self defence. Three years later, a vivid dream became a reality. At 12 years old, Yotam Meir-Li became an accidental celebrity. Yotam became a symbol of self mastery, neurodiversity, courage, dedication, and perseverance. He knew he could beat his adversaries with his intelligence. No one was going to block his vision, even though they thought they could. To keep himself in check, he had a personal saying, “Autism cannot make me weak. It only makes me stronger and smarter.”
By Talia Devora3 years ago in Fiction
The Masters
A Terrifying Tremulous Trees story “They’re talking loudly, Twigly,” Charlie said while sitting on my top. “This should be interesting, Muata. Those Karate masters might fight each other,” Honon said from atop Mr. Murder Tree. Honon, Mr. Murder Trees friend, had connected to Mr. Murder tree almost 200 years ago. To keep his friend alive, Mr. Murder Tree put special soil made from a meteorite into Honons food, and now he can live as long as the trees. I gave Charlie the same soil, but Charlie is only in his late thirties.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Pawnshop Paradigm
In the heart of a bustling city stood a modest pawnshop, its sign weathered but welcoming. Inside, the air was thick with stories, each item a relic of someone's past, a piece of their history waiting to be reclaimed or reimagined.Among the treasures was a worn guitar, its strings whispering melodies of forgotten dreams. It had once belonged to Jake, a young musician whose passion burned bright until life's burdens dimmed his spirit. With bills piling up and dreams fading, Jake reluctantly surrendered his beloved guitar to the pawnshop, a symbol of defeat and shattered aspirations.Across town, Lily, a struggling artist, gazed longingly at a dusty easel in the pawnshop's window. Its wooden frame bore the marks of countless creations, a silent witness to the dreams of artists who had come before. With a sigh, Lily entered the shop, her pockets empty but her heart full of hope.As fate would have it, Lily's eyes met Jake's, and in that moment, a connection sparked between them. They exchanged hesitant smiles, recognizing kindred souls in a world of uncertainty. Jake's gaze lingered on Lily, seeing in her the passion he had once possessed, now dimmed but not extinguished.Driven by a newfound sense of purpose, Jake approached the counter, his guitar in hand. The pawnbroker, a wise old man with eyes that seemed to pierce the soul, nodded knowingly as Jake explained his desire to reclaim his lost dream. With a solemn nod, the pawnbroker accepted the guitar, offering Jake a chance at redemption.Meanwhile, Lily's gaze remained fixed on the easel, her fingers tracing the outlines of her dreams. Sensing her hesitation, the pawnbroker approached, his voice gentle yet firm. He spoke of second chances and the power of belief, urging Lily to seize the opportunity before her.With trembling hands, Lily exchanged her meager possessions for the promise of a blank canvas, a symbol of endless possibilities. As she left the pawnshop, her heart soared with anticipation, the weight of doubt lifted from her shoulders.In the days that followed, Jake and Lily found solace in each other's company, their shared passion reigniting the flames of creativity. Together, they transformed their humble surroundings into a sanctuary of art and music, each stroke of the brush and strum of the guitar a testament to their newfound purpose.As their talents blossomed, so too did their love, a beacon of hope in a world plagued by uncertainty. With each passing day, they inspired one another to reach new heights, their dreams intertwined like the threads of a tapestry, forming a masterpiece of resilience and determination.Years later, the pawnshop stood as a testament to their journey, its walls adorned with the fruits of their labor. Jake's guitar hung proudly behind the counter, its strings vibrating with the echoes of his music, while Lily's paintings adorned every corner, each stroke a reminder of the beauty that can arise from hardship.And so, in the pawnshop paradigm, Jake and Lily found not only a means of survival but a pathway to fulfillment. Through faith and perseverance, they turned their dreams into investments, proving that even the most unlikely of places can harbor the seeds of greatness.The risky decision Jake and Lily took was to trust in their dreams and take action despite the uncertainty and challenges they faced. Jake risked letting go of his prized possession, his guitar, in exchange for a chance to reclaim his passion for music. Lily risked using her limited resources to purchase a blank canvas, placing her faith in her artistic abilities and the belief that she could turn her dreams into reality. Both of them took a leap of faith, stepping out of their comfort zones and into the unknown, with no guarantee of success. However, it was this willingness to take risks that ultimately led them on a transformative journey toward fulfillment and achievement.
By Usamakhaleed3 years ago in Fiction
My Lycan Mate Rejection
CHAPTER 1: Chosen mate Magnus’s POV “Have you considered taking a chosen mate, Magnus?” my mother inquired, making me roll my eyes. Your age is 22. Choose a fierce she-wolf to be Luna. I kept chopping my meat without looking at my mother. Skol roared. He loathed the idea of selected mates. We awaited our match. “Leave him alone, Mira,” Gabriel, my mother's new partner, urged. “He already told you he wants to wait for his fated mate.” Gabriel received a little nod from me. I didn’t like him. I had nothing against the guy, yet something about him never felt right with me. My mother married him two years ago. He wasn’t a Lycan like my mother and myself. I never understood why my mother wanted to marry him, but it wasn’t my concern, so I never got involved. I tolerated Gabriel because I had to. Some of our pack members scowled at the fact that Gabriel was only a werewolf and not a Lycan like my mother and me. Technically, that was true. What my pack members didn’t know was that Gabriel possessed Lycan DNA, but his Lycan never woke up. It didn’t matter to me anyhow. He wouldn’t be able to become the Alpha of my pack even if he were a Lycan. Something was wrong with Gabriel today. He appeared distant and a bit scared. “Gabriel, honey, stop worrying,” my mother muttered as she clasped his hand in hers. “Everything is going to be okay.” Gabriel looked up at her and grimaced. “How can you say that?” he replied with a trace of irritation in his voice. What the heck happened? “What the hell is going on?” I inquired before my mother could say anything else. My mother and Gabriel gazed at each other. Gabriel groaned, ran his fingers through his hair, and glanced down at his plate. My mother stared at me, and I raised an eyebrow at her. “Gabriel’s fated mate is dying,” my mother whispered, causing my eyes to widen. I looked at Gabriel. I was so fucking bewildered. “I thought that you didn’t find your fated mate,” I murmured, choking back a snarl. I despised wolves that betrayed their fated mates. A partner was a gift from the Goddess. A partner was meant to be adored and treasured. What the heck was he doing here with my mother if his fated partner was out there somewhere?! Gabriel glanced up at me and took a long breath. “I did find her,” Gabriel murmured. “I just never marked her.” My perplexity evolved into a surprise. How the heck did he manage to hold back from marking his mate? I was so fucking convinced that I would sink my fangs into her neck as soon as I met her. “I was young and stupid,” Gabriel groaned, staring back down at the table. “I thought that my Lycan would surface. I waited for it to happen. I was the only one with Lycan genes in my pack, and I imagined that once I received my Lycan, I would be able to accomplish so much more than simply be a Beta of my pack.” Gabriel stopped talking and groaned. “I met my mate,” Gabriel said. “I promised her that I would mark her as soon as my Lycan appeared. Except it never occurred. I grew more and more frustrated. I became so fucking mad. I spent my days intoxicated on whiskey laced with wolfsbane. I was continuously furious. She continued asking me to mark her, but I never did.” Gabriel stopped talking and stared at my mother. “So you don’t have a mate bond with her?” I questioned. “No,” Gabriel answered as he stared at me. “I wouldn't be able to mark your mother if I did.” Chosen mates and second mates might also mark each other. The mark wasn’t as potent as it was when it was bestowed by a fated mate, but it still possessed power. “But you are bound to her, aren’t you, Gabriel?” my mother remarked with a tinge of bitterness in her voice. I furrowed my eyebrows. What the hell was she talking about? How could he be linked to a lady he never marked? “I am,” Gabriel murmured. “How?” I questioned, narrowing my gaze at him. “I have a child with her,” Gabriel replied, glancing at me. My eyes expanded. He had a child? “I got her pregnant when I still thought that I would mark her,” Gabriel confessed. “I left her when my child was 2 years old.” My eyes expanded even more. The little respect I had for Gabriel crashed to the ground. “I feel so fucking guilty,” Gabriel murmured as he ran his fingers through his hair. “I haven’t seen my daughter in 15 years, and now…” He stopped talking and took a long breath. “You have a daughter?” I questioned, attempting to disguise my mounting wrath. “Yes,” Gabriel nodded. “She is 17 years old. Her name is Selene.” “And her mother is dying?” I said, straining my fists. “Yes,” Gabriel answered. “She has cancer. She contacted me a few days ago, imploring me to take Selene in when she dies.” “You are going to do it,” I said. It wasn’t a question. It was a freaking order. He would do it. He wouldn't just let a 17-year-old girl alone. He had done enough harm enough. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Magnus,” my mother remarked, making me snarl. “Why the hell not?” I said, furious at my mother. “Gabriel and I aren’t that young anymore,” my mother lamented. “I’m not sure that we could handle a 17-year-old girl.” I grumbled and stared at Gabriel. “You are not leaving your child alone again,” I replied. “What pack is she in?” “My old pack, Riverstone,” Gabriel remarked. I knew about that pack. I visited it five years ago with my father. It was just a few months before Dad died, and that trip was one of my best memories with him. “Don’t make the same mistake again, Gabriel,” I murmured as I rose. “You already left your child once. Don’t do it again.” I stepped away from the table. I needed to get away from them. I was so fucking angry with Gabriel. How could he do that to his fated mate and his child?! I would adore my fated partner more than anything else in the world. She would be so fucking adored and protected. I would never do what Gabriel did. Never. “Mom, please, you have to take the pills,” I groaned, attempting to encourage her to open her lips. We’ve been at this for about an hour now. I was trying to convince her that she needed her medicines, and she was pushing them away and yelling at me that she didn’t want them. She pushed my hand away, and a handful of tablets spilled all over the floor. I groaned and got down on my knees to gather them up. “Don’t bother, Selene,” my mom replied. “I’m not taking them.” I looked up at her. I wanted to shout. She didn’t have to be in anguish! She was lying in her bed, gripping her tummy, and weeping silently. She was soaked in perspiration. Her white nightgown was moist, and it was adhering to her body. She was pale and so fucking skinny. I could barely persuade her to eat anything. She lost all of her hair months ago. It was incredibly hard for me to see her without her hair, her eyebrows, and her eyelashes. It was the first time I recognized that my mom was unwell.
By Chiamaka Aniekwe3 years ago in Fiction
Planning
I inhaled sharply as my body curled upward into a fetal position. Utter terror gripped my body as the bell rang in my ears. Having no concept of time I heard a loud knock at my door when the bell finally stopped. Ed's muffled voice said, "Hope you're feeling better, me and Mat aren't going to dinner unless you come with us." Rolling my eyes I got up to yell, "I'm coming, I'm coming!"
By Lucy Torralba3 years ago in Fiction
Jasmine’s Sticky Fingers
12 year old Jasmine Baker is walking merrily on her way to the local convenient store called Sandy’s Pantry while carrying a small backpack on her back. This is dangerous, but it’s kinda fun, Jasmine thought to herself. We’re low on food at home and mama’s worried sick. Just another day in the projects if you ask me, but we still gotta eat. A police car sits just outside of the store front. Jasmine pays it no mind as she enters the store with a big smile on her face. Inside the store the cashier is at the register talking to one of the police officers with a friendly customer, paying Jasmine no mind as she skips right past them unnoticed.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
Dracula's mansion
Seeing a mansion in the distance I asked, "Is that where you've been staying at all this time?" Seeing Chase just nod from the corner of my eye filled me with so much envy I blurted out, "I hate you so much." Hearing him chuckle made my blood boil, he knew I didn't mean that. Resisting the urge to hit the driver I crossed my arms for the time being.
By Lucy Torralba3 years ago in Fiction
From Ashes The Whispers Grow. Top Story - March 2024.
A single spark danced along the wind as the leaves rustled, whispering their fears of the danger that would soon be released upon the Emerald Forest, hidden deep within the realms of the abandoned lands. Once upon a fairytale, kings and queens roamed these lands, seeking counsel with the ancient souls living in the trees. The magic still hung in the air, but it was a dark and evil spirit that clung to the remnants of this enchanted world.
By KA Stefana 3 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 28. Content Warning.
If looks could kill, Jonathan Luther would be a corpse by now. Chris rushes across the room, muscles tensed. He may not be very large or outwardly muscular, but with the look in his eye, I would not want to be the target of his rage. Luther barely seems to register the boy coming at him. There’s no recognition for the wretch he sold into slavery a year ago.
By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Fiction
