Young Adult
W.I.P.
Where in the LEPERs is Carmen Wilson? I am excited about the new project I am working on. This novel is a sci-fi action thriller with superhero mythos. Set in 2069, it centers around the telekinetic fourteen year old daughter of a disgraced superhero once known as Marauder. In the fictional town of Transition City, Tennessee there is more afoot than meets the eye.
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Fiction
Battling Guilt Part 4: A Date With Ivan
Petra felt a shit-storm of nerves brewing inside of her while she was on the phone with Ivan. She shifted the weight on her feet from left to right while occasionally chewing on the fingernail of her right index finger. "What, what could you possibly want from me Ivan? We ended things, remember?" she said in a soft tone, trying desperately to hide her nervousness. Ivan let out a gentle chuckle. "Oh Petra, you know me better than that," he began, "I always finish what I start," he said with a growl.
By dre.amerwithapen3 years ago in Fiction
A Hip Hop Thanksgiving
It is 4:00 p.m. on Wednesday, November 22nd, one day before Thanksgiving. A big group of cars have just arrived in the parking lot of the James Smith community center. A Thanksgiving community dinner is being held by a committee of young people in an hour. Before the community dinner begins a bunch of the children have decided to have group rapping cypher for fun in celebration for the occasion. Four of the young kids will be headlining this event including: Bags Russell, Barfest, MC Hunger and Mic Ripper.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
"Midnight Whispers"
Under the velvet blanket of the midnight sky, where stars gleamed like diamonds, Emily found herself captivated by the allure of a quaint countryside village. The air carried the scent of dew-kissed roses, and a soft breeze rustled through the ancient oaks that stood sentinel along the winding path. With every step, the cobblestone streets whispered tales of centuries past.
By waseem Chemist3 years ago in Fiction
Marcy's Vision
"Ring, Ring", rang the school bell. Some kids sighed, they knew class was about to start and today was testing day. The TACT test was to see if you were ready for the next grade. It was separated into three sections, Math, English, and a writing prompt. Hinesburg Elementary had grades first through sixth grade, and Marcy was in fifth grade moving on to sixth grade after the summer was over. She was talented in Math, knew her fractions and multiplication and division problems well, but she lacked focus in writing. It was something she never found joy in so most of her writing prompts were just a few quick paragraphs that seemed to sometimes go together. A tutor had been helping her to learn her verbs and adjectives, but if she could write the story in a mathematical code that would have been easier and more exciting for her.
By Evelyn Husbands3 years ago in Fiction
A Broken little Girl
Once upon a time, in a world not too far away, lived a sad little girl named Lily. Lily was only eight years old, but her heart carried a weight much heavier than her tender age suggested. This is the story of Lily and her broken heart, a story that unfolds like the pages of a bittersweet fairy tale.
By Mithul Kandian3 years ago in Fiction
She was a wonderful liar...
Once upon a time in the quaint village of Fibber's Hollow, there lived a woman named Penelope Pinstripe. Penelope was not your average villager; she possessed a remarkable talent that set her apart from the rest—she was a wonderful liar. Now, before you start thinking of deceit and mischief, Penelope's fibs were of a different kind. She had an uncanny ability to spin tales so fantastical and absurd that the townsfolk eagerly awaited her daily stories at the village square.
By Salman siddique3 years ago in Fiction
The Trappist Adventure
When I first got the idea for the Trappist adventure, I envisioned it going somewhere farther. While that might still happen at some point, I let the story grow in my head and it reached a place where I was struggling with inspiration. I've read it over a few times, and I like some of my stories; it stopped speaking to me.
By Jason Morton3 years ago in Fiction
Who did this, Julie
It is a very sunny morning, and the sun is smiling sadly at the poor recipients of her hot nature, and it is not Sunday. The birds are not chirping as usual, the trees are swaying slowly, humming to a sad melody, and Mrs Owen does not like how she feels listening to it. Mrs Owen is a woman who enjoys nature and pays attention to her surroundings, yet she feels uneasy today. The air appears dense and hazardous like it has been blessed with a large quantity of nitrogen oxide. Even her bubbly neighbour, Mr Taylor, who is always up early and disturbing the whole neighbourhood by chastising his rebel of a son, Junior, is not doing that today. Mrs Owen has this gut feeling that something is not right. Is this just her instinct playing mind games with her and all these a figment of her imagination? However, she decides to wave it all off and focus on the arrangements for her only daughter Julie’s birthday, and just like every year, there will be a party. Nothing must get in the way of all the planning and merriment for this anticipated day. “Maybe I'm just too excited,” she says.
By Oyeleye Ifeoluwa3 years ago in Fiction
