Young Adult
Snowy Footsteps of Repetition
The snowfall as I approach to you. Heavy boots makes it feel like a mission. Connecting quickly doesn't seem to vast, words are words but they don't last. I come off too strong and repeat my intentions, only to realize, that the opportunities has not risen to occassions. Actions speak louder than words and yet all we can do is play the waiting game. Wait for my words to be cemented with the actions that will then be complimented. The more it happens the more it shows, how I can be either all talk, or I smother before the possible no show.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Fiction
The Return
The dragonling lay on my chest. No longer curled, but lying pitifully on one side, irridescent green flank heaving. I'd discarded my t-shirt, since his scales had cooled so much they no longer burned. I hoped the warmth of my own body might help to stop him cooling even further. He's dying.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Atlantic island is full of Mysteries and Wonders
There once was a place called Atlandic Island, a mysterious and magical place tucked away deep within the Atlantic Ocean. There was a legend that this island was home to a society of amazing creatures with magical talents and vast knowledge that was beyond the comprehension of common mortals.
By Vijay Kumar3 years ago in Fiction
The Story of Mahabharath
One of the two principal Sanskrit epics of ancient India is the Mahabharata; the other is the Ramayana. The Kurukshetra War and the princes Kaurava and Pandava's fates are described in this epic poem. The sage Vyasa, who plays a significant role in the epic, is often credited with writing the Mahabharata.
By Vijay Kumar3 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 22
I decided to take a bit of a nap while we wait for sunset, since I didn’t get to sleep last night. Luckily, since the storm passed, the midday air is cool and comfortable. I pick out a spot in the shade of a large oak away from the others and plant myself against the trunk. I look up, taking in the cloudy azure sky before drifting off to sleep.
By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Fiction
Loads of Love
One trip to the laundromat ultimately changed the trajectory of Nate’s life as he knew it. On a stormy November morning, Nate and his friends, Seth and Ben, went to the laundromat for a smoke session. They’d been to this laundromat to smoke regularly, so whenever they went, it was always at the same time–when they knew nobody would be there. After quietly entering the laundromat, they huddle in a corner and spark up a joint. They passed it around, laughing and murmuring when suddenly they heard a noise. They all look through the window to see a young woman approaching. Seth and Ben start to panic and run out of the laundromat, leaving Nate there alone with the weed. He was sweating and shaking as the young woman entered the laundromat. Her skin was spotless and smooth, she had long, dark hair and long eyelashes, and she was wearing sweatpants and an oversized hoodie.
By zoe frenchman3 years ago in Fiction
Salt and Scum, Honor and Loyalty
Lao-Chen hated nights like this. Captain Shang ordered him to keep watch when he couldn’t sleep. Whether or not the task was supposed to help the boy was anyone’s guess. The choppy ocean waves slapped the ship relentlessly, so up in the crow’s nest, he felt like a hammer swinging wildly at a nail.
By Zolund Lee3 years ago in Fiction
The Miraculous Journey of the Painted Rock
Once upon a time in a small village nestled amidst rolling green hills, there lived a young girl named Lily. She was known for her kindness, warm heart, and insatiable curiosity. One day, while exploring the nearby forest, Lily stumbled upon a peculiar rock that was strikingly different from the others she had seen before. Its surface had intricate patterns, as if it were painted by a skilled artist.
By Isaac Conto3 years ago in Fiction
The' hope
In the quiet town of Everlight, nestled between rolling hills and fields of wildflowers, there was a phenomenon that captivated the hearts of its inhabitants. A centuries-old legend spoke of a hidden source of endless hope, a wellspring that could be found by those whose spirits were pure and intentions true.
By QuietRiddle Arthi3 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 1
Once upon a time, there was a family of tiny otters. This breed of otters was affectionately called totters. There was a terrible storm that blew apart their home. They rebuilt a new home, but it just wasn't the same. Life for the family did not feel as happy as it used to be. They did not play like they used to. The river felt colder and uninviting. Papa totter didn’t smoke his pipe anymore. Momma totter didn’t like to sew anymore. Sister totter didn’t play with her dolls anymore. Brother totter didn’t like his trains very much anymore. Momma totter started to leave on some nights. She would go on long walks, but no one knew where to. Then one night she never came back. Papa totter cried and cried. His heart was broken more than ever before. Brother totter thought it was all his fault. Sister totter thought it was her fault.
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Fiction
