Young Adult
Different Worlds; Same Pressures
Author notes: This is the drafted opening of my new fantasy book. This is the first book I have tried to write where I have a clear vision of the entire character arc and outline. This is my first draft of an opening so any notes are welcomed and encouraged!
By Kevin Newton3 years ago in Fiction
"Move your long sticks, bro!"
The two friends went into the lake for a warm sunset swim, leaving the campfire high on. This was their first trip outside a tight group of six that they usually went with on so many different hiking and mountaineering adventures. This time they all had different study and work schedules and couldn’t do it all together.
By Lana V Lynx3 years ago in Fiction
Royal Chess
The wind outside the castle was cold and icy but I didn’t care ,my white coat kept most of the wind out , my grandma said I can go outside a little bit ,I am aloud to go and play so long I promise her to not go near the fence of the garden .After a whole day I begged her and tried everything to just go outside and go play , I was only 7 years old and have a lot of energy inside me .I was on cloud 9 when my grandma say I can go outside ,the walls of this castle was driving me crazy ,I wasn’t allowed to play outside because it was too cold and our winter here in Green land get extreme cold ,only my father who was the Alpha king of the north was allowed to go outside .As soon I step inside the garden , I left both of my arms up and pretend to be an airplane then started to make like a air plane .My grandma was taking a sit by the garden chair , I wasn’t paying attention to her, all I care that moment was the amazing feeling of the wind through my hair while I run around the garden in the snow .I was just glad that I can come outside to play a little bit, even if it was only for few minutes. The air around me suddenly got more cold while I was running through the snow ,it made me stop in my tract , my heart started to beat faster and I could see my own breath in front of me .It was then when something caught the corner of my eye ,something red ,I turned to my right to see what caught my attention and saw the most beautiful red rose I ever saw, it was a rose on a small hill at the garden, the rose was almost blood red and stood out from all the other flowers in the garden .I couldn’t take my eyes of the red rose ,it felted like the rose was calling my name out and had the most beautiful calm deep voice .My feet started to move by itself and drag me closer to the Rose on the small hill ,before I knew it ,I was standing in front of the red rose .I could heard the voice who was calling my name clear now “Aliya….Aliya” .Who ever it was had the most calming voice and made me feel save. I step the closer to the rose and place my hand over the sting of the rose, I was in a trance and wasn’t even paying attention what was going on, the voice who called my name out sounded like a melody to my ears. I heard my name again but this time it come from my left by the fence of the garden ,when I looked up to my left my eyes caught some one eyes ,it was a man who looked like he was in his 18 .His eyes was silver blue and he had a strong face futures ,the little what I could see , most was cover up with his black coat what he was wearing. His eyes were so blue it felted like he could see right through my soul, he made me nervous, and I found myself gasping for air, I wasn’t paying attention what I was doing, one of the thorns pricked my thumb deep. My attention was immediately on my thumb, it started to burn like fire and blood was coming out were the rose sting me, I looked at my thumb and I swear my hand turn red, like an allergic reaction of a bee sting. It hurts so bad making my whole body goes into pain, I couldn’t breathe all what I could do was screamed of the pain, what was running through every vein and very part of my small body. I felted so weak and was acne of the pain that I fall to my knees on the snow ,I could heard my grandma voice calling my name out ,the sound of her voice come more closer by the minute ,I try to look to the my right and saw my grandmother who was running up to me and before I knew it everything before my eyes turns Black.
By joelien Gerber 3 years ago in Fiction
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By AI The ruller of World3 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 25
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By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Fiction
"Hombres" Managing "Hambre"
Recently, I had great honor to both participate in and lead a session of a writing retreat for a group of extremely talented and creative students - writers and editors of a college newspaper. The retreat was in an art museum and for my session I had them go out into the museum, take a picture of an artifact (most of them ended up with paintings, but there were a couple of sculptures as well) and write down a short caption for the picture about the artifact or a sentence that would help them later build a story.
By Lana V Lynx3 years ago in Fiction
Adriana's Tale
Adriana looked out of her hiding place in the library of the ruined temple of Apollo. This was the one place in her city, Valora, she was sure that none of the wild, painted barbarians would bother to pillage and burn. The smoke from the fires in the rest of the temple had wafted away, the ashes were all cold now, and the screams of the dying had faded away, too.
By Samuel Wright3 years ago in Fiction
