Young Adult
Hacking Hearts in a Loveless World.
The humid night air clung to Ava's skin like a second layer of grime as she hunched over her laptop on the rooftop. Neon bled across the cityscape, staining the clouds with its synthetic glow. The incessant drone of hovercars was a mechanical lullaby to the loveless world below, a world where every heartbeat to the cold rhythm of an algorithm, and romance was a dusty artifact from a forgotten age.
By Kiunique Young3 years ago in Fiction
The Seventeenth Summer (Ch 18)
Chapter Eighteen They drove south, after going through town and then skirting the small harbor that was home to the local fishing fleet, before heading along the old coastal road that was the original route into Macquarie Harbour. Jake pushed a cassette tape into the player and the van was soon filled with the sounds of the Beach Boys.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters3 years ago in Fiction
Doctor Arrested for Creating Human Statues
January 20, 2024 Boulder, CO On Friday Dr. Elijah Sudema, a geneticist at the University of Colorado Arnoult lab, made his first appearance at the Boulder County Court. Dr. Elijah Sudema was arrested on 14 counts of medical malpractice, reckless endangerment, first-degree assault, first-degree false imprisonment, theft of medical products, stolen property, 4 counts of embezzlement, and 2 counts of real estate fraud.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Fiction
Yellow Snow
It was the first snowfall of the winter, and Ellie was determined to make the most of it. Unfortunately, she needed to do one, crucial thing first. Pee. Leading the way down the condo stairs, she safely guided her owner out into the wondrous chill of a winter day.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
Pond Socks
It was the dead of winter, and Timmy McDowel was sure that Ridgewood pond was finally frozen enough to skate on. Hustling to get dressed, his bedroom door opened. Being a red retriever, Ellie immediately began nibbling at the thick socks Timothy was pulling onto his feet. Giving in to her demands, Timmy tossed a stinkier sock across the room.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
Snow Angels
The storm rolled into Boston just before midnight. The power went out sometime around two, disconnecting the entire south end neighborhood, including the slow charge on Brendan’s iPhone. Luckily, he never actually needed to use the alarm on his phone because that job was proudly performed daily by a trained professional.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
The Trappist Adventure: Chapter 3
I turned around, surveying the area closely. Elizabeth was in a hole, or rather, a footprint. Whatever made that footprint was large, powerful, and likely would look at us like food. There was nothing around us. Then, I looked up at the trees. They were taller than on Earth. I wondered what lurked up there.
By Jason Morton3 years ago in Fiction
Harmonia's Echo: A Symphony of Time
In the city of Harmonia, where the air hummed with the melodies of time, lived a gifted musician named Seraphina. Her fingers danced upon the strings of her ethereal violin, weaving harmonies that resonated with the pulse of the universe. One fateful day, as she practiced in a forgotten corner of the city's ancient conservatory, Seraphina stumbled upon a hidden chamber bathed in a soft, golden glow.
By Unkown Me?3 years ago in Fiction
Gus the Bus
This story was inspired by Lucas Marcus, Facebook group: The Writer's Forum. Lucas posted the picture asking, "If this bus was a character in your book. What name would you her or him?" I saved the picture, because I liked it and wanted to see what I could do with it. Thus, Gus the Bus was born.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Garden: A Tale of Blooms and Bonds
Once upon a time, nestled between emerald hills and sun-kissed meadows, there lay a secret garden untouched by the hands of time. Its existence was known only to a few fortunate souls who stumbled upon it by chance. This garden, bathed in hues of amethyst and gold, was a haven for magical blooms that whispered secrets of an ancient era.
By Unkown Me?3 years ago in Fiction
Battling Guilt Part 6
Petra heard the echo of her own foot steps behind her as she climbed the flight of stairs, as she felt a wad of heat and tension gather in her feet and hands. Her emotions felt stiff yet chaotic some how. Oh how she desperately wanted to wring Ivan's neck. That was all she could think about; that and relieving Thor from the excruciating company of “Ivan the Great,” a nickname he gave himself that he was no doubt resounding in Thor’s presence. It was Ivan’s cheesy attempt at asserting male dominance. Ew. Poor cousin Thor.
By dre.amerwithapen3 years ago in Fiction
