Young Adult

The Ally
"You can't let Dad take him, Mum. He'll die!" "You nearly died!" The bones of my hand protruded from where it should've connected to my wrist. Flesh scalded and chunks missing where the dragonling had feasted on it. Hardly any blood at all, though.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Max's Favorite Tennis Ball
In the Mind of a Tennis Ball His thick yellow fibers danced only slightly in the cold wind as it rushed past. The dirt beneath him was clinging harder, the collected grains now turning harder and forming a paste entangled in the fibers underneath him. Max’s slobber had both seemed to dry and solidify at the same time.
By Timothy A Rowland3 years ago in Fiction
The Quarterback and the Artist
In the final seconds of the game, she found him. Her red lipstick against alabaster skin made a contrast against his black skin. Her mouth found his. The quarterback and the artist, entwined in an instant embrace would still stun some and shock others. Shutterbugs snapped photos that would blanket websites and physical magazines, further enshrining the moment through all ages.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Fiction
Vermithrax's Voyage: A Guardian's Return
From the moment I was stitched into existence, imbued with the vibrant threads of emerald and sapphire, I knew I was destined for more than just being a mere stuffed dragon. My creator, an artisan of forgotten tales, whispered legends into my fabric, tales of dragons who guarded treasures, of mythical beasts who watched over realms unseen by the human eye. I was named Vermithrax, a name that resonated with the echoes of ancient magic and untold power. And yet, my purpose was profoundly simple: to protect a child named Darian.
By Panda of Pandemonium3 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 8
Merfaries were quite different in many ways from the fairies who lived with Queen Finyellë. Aside from living on opposite sides of the world of Berganashio, they had different cultures, values, and skills. They were small and could fly like fairies. Their lower halves looked like mermaids, which may be well-known in some worlds. There were four merfarie children who were traveling rapidly, above and sometimes below the ocean water. They had such beautiful scales and fins. When they grew tired of flying, then they would swim with equal skill. They were athletic, confident, and always ready for adventures of some kind.
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Fiction
The fourth time I committed suicide
Dear mom and dad I want to take advantage of this, what I hope is my fourth and last suicide, to express to you in writing everything that I had not been able to tell you until now. It has been very difficult for me to speak to you with sincerity and frankness, I learned that very well from you, avoiding telling us things face to face.
By Joslud3 years ago in Fiction
Zombies
Introduction: Previously restricted to the domains of horror literature and folklore, zombies have emerged from the shadows of the subconscious to become a ubiquitous and captivating phenomena in contemporary society. This essay investigates the development of zombies, exploring their ancestry, cultural relevance, and pervasive influence on literature, cinema, television, and even scholarly conversation.
By Vijay Kumar3 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 7. Content Warning.
The totters had acclimated very nicely to living with the fairies. The only fairy that they really interacted with much was Jovie, and they greatly enjoyed her company in the evenings. They continued to share stories with Jovie many evenings and she also did her best to share stories that they would find entertaining. She was always so kind, sincere, and was always ready to giggle about something. It was nice for the totter children to have a motherly presence. Jovie had never had any children of her own, so in a way, she felt grateful to have the two totter children around. One day the totters were out by the river catching more fish. Sister totter was busy packing the fish in the cloth sack, as was their daily routine. She felt especially happy and carefree. Mindlessly, she started to hum and then sing a few lines of an old song that her Momma used to sing to her when she was just a couple years old. Before she realized what she'd done, her Papa had risen from the water and heard her. His heart felt like it had jumped out of his chest.
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Fiction
The Handicap
It was a burning sensation on my ear that roused me before I could suffocate, or be swallowed by flames. The blurry sliver revealed by my eyelids was obscured by the smoke-sting at first. I blinked, squinted, rubbed my eyes with my one good arm.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
15 English Dubbed Dark Romance Anime: Tales of Forbidden Love
In the kaleidoscope of anime genres, dark romance stands out as a unique fusion of psychological intensity and the ordinary nuances of slice-of-life storytelling. As anime fans, we willingly dive into the gripping narratives that unfold in these series, seeking the thrill of unpredictable twists and heart-wrenching emotions. However, the journey through the realm of English dubbed dark romance anime is not without its perils.
By Zuleika Boekhoudt3 years ago in Fiction
Scandi-love
The clawfoot tub easily fit both of their mottled red bodies in its cast iron mold. Frozen capillaries engorged as carefully warmed water steamed and slopped against their chilblains. They had just walked, arm in arm, for three miles in the Norwegian winter. They wandered, talked, and laughed, fueled and warmed by their curiosity. Sun had set hours before their stroll, but that hadn’t kept them in the hjem. It was the eve of a new year; there were intentions to be set, things to be said, and others to be felt.
By kp3 years ago in Fiction
Chinna Kuthuru Shocking Tales
In the core of the country, India lies a failed-to-remember town by the name of Chinna Kuthuru. Concealed amid thick woods and fog-covered slopes, it harbors a mystery that has been murmured regarding for ages. Stories of ghastliness and the powerful have tormented the locals for quite a long time, passed down starting with one age and then onto the next like a dim legacy. In any case, as time walks on and advancement infringes upon antiquated customs, the narratives of Chinna Kuthuru risk blurring into a lack of definition, lost to the steady walk of progress. This is a brief look into the creepy fables and spine-chilling legends that have kept the residents of Chinna Kuthuru conscious around evening time, shuddering out of dread and anxiety toward the unexplored world.
By Ashok3 years ago in Fiction