Young Adult

Echos Of Raindrops
In the core of a clamoring city, where high rises kissed the mists and neon lights painted the roads, there was a young lady named Maya. Maya was not your common city tenant; she had a voracious love for the downpour. As far as she might be concerned, the downpour was not just climate; it was an ensemble, a dance of nature that filled her spirit with delight.
By zulfi bux3 years ago in Fiction
Eternal Summer Night
In a curious little town settled between moving slopes and a tranquil lake, there existed a peculiarity dissimilar to some other — a night that continued forever, a never-ending summer dusk that cast its brilliant tint upon the scene, declining to respect the murkiness of night. This town, known as Everdusk, was both honored and reviled by this everlasting summer night.
By zulfi bux3 years ago in Fiction
**The Forgotten Daughter**
**The Forgotten Daughter** In a small village nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, there lived a girl named Elara. She was born into a family of modest means, her father a simple farmer and her mother a homemaker. From a young age, Elara was known for her gentle nature and kind heart. But fate had a different plan for her. As Elara grew, it became apparent that she was different from the other children. While they played games and chased each other through the fields, she would sit quietly, lost in her own thoughts. Her parents noticed her strange behavior but attributed it to her shy disposition. Despite her introverted nature, Elara possessed a keen intellect. She devoured books with an insatiable hunger, finding solace in the worlds they transported her to. But her love for learning only served to isolate her further from her peers, who mocked her for being different. As the years passed, Elara's loneliness deepened. Her parents, preoccupied with the demands of farm life, had little time to spare for their daughter. They loved her, of course, but their affection was overshadowed by the burdens of survival. Elara understood this and harbored no ill will towards them. One fateful day, tragedy struck the village. A terrible sickness swept through, claiming the lives of many, including Elara's parents. Left orphaned and alone, she was taken in by the village elders, who provided her with a roof over her head but little else. To them, she was merely a burden, a reminder of the fragility of life. Despite her hardships, Elara refused to succumb to despair. She threw herself into her studies, determined to make something of herself despite the odds stacked against her. But life had a way of testing her resolve. The village elders, fearing her intelligence and independence, sought to quash her spirit. They assigned her menial tasks and berated her at every opportunity, hoping to break her will. But Elara remained steadfast, finding strength in adversity. One night, as she lay awake in her cold, damp room, Elara made a decision. She would escape the confines of her village and seek out a better life for herself. With nothing but a small sack of belongings and the clothes on her back, she slipped away under the cover of darkness, leaving behind the only home she had ever known. Her journey was arduous, fraught with danger and uncertainty. But Elara pressed on, fueled by the hope of a brighter future. Along the way, she encountered kind souls who offered her food and shelter, restoring her faith in humanity. Months turned into years, and Elara wandered the land, her quest for knowledge never-ending. She visited libraries and academies, soaking up information like a sponge. She met scholars and philosophers who welcomed her with open arms, recognizing her thirst for learning. Eventually, Elara found herself in the bustling city of Astoria, a place teeming with opportunity and possibility. She secured a job as a scribe, using her skills to transcribe manuscripts and documents for wealthy patrons. Though the work was tedious, it provided her with a steady income and a sense of purpose. Years passed, and Elara's reputation as a skilled scribe grew. She became known throughout the city for her meticulous attention to detail and unwavering dedication to her craft. But despite her success, she never forgot where she came from. One day, as she walked through the bustling marketplace, Elara spotted a familiar face among the crowd. It was one of the village elders, the same man who had once scorned her for being different. But instead of feeling anger or resentment, Elara felt only pity. She approached the elder, her heart heavy with sorrow. "Do you remember me?" she asked softly. The elder looked at her with recognition, his eyes filled with shame. "Yes, I remember you," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry for how we treated you. We were wrong." Elara smiled gently, her eyes filled with compassion. "It's alright," she said. "I've forgiven you." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving the elder to ponder the choices he had made. As she disappeared into the crowd, Elara felt a sense of closure wash over her. She may have been a forgotten daughter once, but now she was so much more. She was a survivor, a warrior, a testament to the power of the human spirit. And though her journey was far from over, Elara knew that she would face whatever challenges lay ahead with courage and grace. For she was no longer the helpless girl she once was. She was Elara, the scribe, the scholar, the hero of her own story. And nothing could ever change that.
By olymoolla3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of eternity
In the quiet town of Everest, nestled between rolling hills and ancient forests, there existed a phenomenon known as "Echoes of Eternity". Every year, on the eve of the winter solstice, whispers of forgotten times and distant memories permeated the air.
By Jessica Gordon 3 years ago in Fiction
Chances
She was drinking a cup of coffee and sitting with some of her books that she just bought. He was also sitting at a table in the cafe section with some books that he just bought and wanted to read right away. Then they saw each other and smiled. He got up and approached her table.
By Ariana Wolf3 years ago in Fiction
Sic Mundus Creatus Est. Content Warning.
Walking slowly along a narrow corridor submerged in semi-darkness I wondered where it would lead me. From my earliest age I had shown a curious disposition; for everything that seemed meaningless I had to find a way to solve that intricate mystery, even at the cost of performing inappropriate acts and looking where it was best to keep the eyelids closed. My parents had often scolded me for this behavior, telling me it would lead me to no good. In my entire life I never wanted to disobey, bringing them pain and shame; I loved my parents, also because they were the only people capable of understanding me and being close to me. But the impulse dictated by the thirst for knowledge hammered in my head like a persistent echo; indomitable. There was never silence. Everything around me gave birth to questions and mysteries to solve; I couldn't stop. I was born as the embodiment of sin.
By Cecilia Maria Cimmino3 years ago in Fiction
Rediscovering Love in the Digital Age: Ava & Ryan's Story
Ava and Ryan had been together for five years. They met in college and immediately clicked, becoming each other's best companions and soulmates. They were each other's greatest fans, supporting and empowering one another in every aspect of their lives. They seemed to be the ideal couple.
By dino3 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 11
Deep down in the ocean, the four merfarie children and Cotton continued their journey to see Tilly the seahorse. “Look!” shouted Bry.
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Fiction
Traditions (Chapter 2)
Chapter Two One of the many things you forget about when you live in small backwater towns is that there just aren’t the facilities and services available here that there are in the city, so we didn’t end up with the paramedics after all. There was an ambulance in the town, which was based at the hospital, it arrived about fifteen minutes later with one ambulance officer and a nurse from the hospital.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters3 years ago in Fiction
I'm taking the day off...
I am taking the day off from writing today, but not from posting. I have a few ideas that I want to get out of my head and into words, but today isn’t that day. So enjoy this story I wrote a while back- I wrote it for a contest, the prompt was to write about a piece of chocolate cake, and this is the second fictional piece I ever wrote. I’ve been toying with taking bits and pieces of the character and putting her into another story, maybe, maybe not, but either way, happy reading, and thank you for letting me have a cheat day.
By Morgan Longford3 years ago in Fiction
Apricity
The thin sheet of snow pops beneath the toes of my boots. There is a single streak of blue cracking the grey sky. And through that crack, the sun peeks.
By Malcolm Roach3 years ago in Fiction
Title: A Walk to Remember
The Beginning of an Unlikely Journey In the quaint town of Willow Creek, nestled between rolling hills and meandering streams, lived Sarah, a young woman with a heart full of dreams. Despite the simplicity of her life, Sarah longed for adventure, for something beyond the ordinary. Little did she know, that adventure would find her most unexpectedly.
By d jojo gent3 years ago in Fiction