Young Adult
Magenta
“I don’t know, Mark. It just doesn’t look right.” Chelsea stared at her painting in suspicion. It was just off. She stepped back eyeing her work; the luminescent streetlights embraced her warmly. Reds, blues and yellows swirled into neon signs and glistening rain, held together by the lone dark figure holding an umbrella. It was a beautiful city view, just as her client had envisioned. Even the composition was perfect—vibrant yellow hues balanced the dark reds in harmony. But it just wasn’t right.
Michelle ChenPublished about a year ago in FictionBarn Owl
One day you are walking in the woods at dusk, and you hear a shriek. You stop and listen. You are trying to figure out what you just heard. You finally see what it was. It was a Barn Owl. You decide to watch it for a minute. You watch how it hunts and how it flies through the air. You think it is a beautiful species. You have not seen many owls before. You feel a connection with this one.
Jeremy WhitePublished about a year ago in Fiction
The Queens Tea
By S. Hileman Iannazzo Upon receiving the invitation my stomach churned with dread. The brightly colored stationary that weighed heavily in my hands felt much more like a summons than a polite demand of my time. My name and the request were scribbled hastily, and nearly inscrutable. Of course, I didn’t need to fuss over the script, because at first glance, I knew exactly what it was. I’d never seen one before, but I had heard the rumors of such lavish luncheons, hosted by an ever elusive monarch. I wondered briefly why I had been chosen to attend, surely my company would be considered dull and ruin such an occasion. Still, when the Queen invites one to tea, one does not refuse. To not accept would be unacceptable. To annoy the Queen would permanently place one outside of her good graces. Even as I was scared to death to sit and partake with the sovereign, I feared more a lifetime of being outside her good grace. Previous guests to previous events who, on purpose or by accident, displeased her Royal Highness, had all gone on to suffer all varieties of malaise. The Queens’ reputation for impatience and temper was wildly gossiped about in hushed whispers in dark corners for fear of being overheard.
S. Hileman IannazzoPublished about a year ago in Fiction
JUST Us, Still Pt.2
Besides my country, the only thing I had more love and would die for in this insane world for was my lovely crazy wife Karen and our beautiful teenage daughter Dianne. We had named Dianne after my sister Diana, who had committed suicide as a teenager herself. Before leaving for Iraq, we never spoke about mental health issues and their seeming hold on the immediate family. Life was life, and that was that. I and my Dad Had both been proud American soldiers. Military men trained. Bred to be Brave and Born to defend the Honor of the Great U.S.A., by all means. Pops had even been decorated and commended for his 27 plus years of dedication. He was a retired Master of Arms. When Diana suddenly took her life alcohol and depression quickly claimed their immunity.
[email protected]Published about a year ago in Fiction
Horizon
"It happens every single time," said Dusk, the ominous tone of his voice a dark contrast to the neon lights of Polaris City, "and it never changes, no matter what I do."
Redemption
Cold. Barren. The sludgy brown snow lightly crunches beneath my too small snow boots as I traverse along. The shadows from the bare trees around me make me look twice, and the little nuances of the forest sounds echo in my ears. I’m alert now. Awaiting for disaster at any moment, and yet this is the most peace I’ve had in my life for a long while now.
Lisa DeRisiPublished about a year ago in FictionMy Old Friend
The air was still and warm. The Moon and Stars were shining bright with no sign of clouds in their way. The night was silent. Almost like even the animals didn’t want to disturb the silence. Nights like tonight make it possible to believe everything is good in the Universe. As I lay in the hay loft door way with the hay at my back. I know the sun will rise in the morning and I'll have to leave before my family wakes. You see, I am toxic to my family. I am not who I used to be. The wars started not just here on Earth but all over the Universe. Have killed everything good in me. I should've done the honorable thing, and died on the battlefields, but that's not me. I have to have too much stubborn pride. So I made it home when they said my duty was done.
Jessica HarrisPublished about a year ago in Fiction
The Barn Owl
Aja sat crossed legged on the door room floor. Her roommate Christina was leaning out of the opened window smoking her nightly clandestine cigarette, but everyone called her Nina. Even though there was a place for the juniors and seniors to smoke on campus, Nina still liked smoking out of their door room window. It made her feel a bit rebellious. Besides, the lounge closed at ten o’clock and it was already eleven . Traipsing to the lounge wasn’t fun in the cold weather either. Nina was from Curaçao so these forty degree temperatures felt outright frigid. Aja was listening to her mix tape of Hall and Oates, singing along off key and very much out of pitch. She was working on her essay about Andy Warhol for her Art history class. She was going to take the advanced placement test next semester to get college credits. Art history was one of her favorite classes. It was due Friday, but since it was already Wednesday night, the pressure to finish was on.
Karolyn Denson LandrieuxPublished about a year ago in Fiction
Bodies: A Series
Dell’s cell was vibrating in his hoodie pocket on his way home from class, “Hey Ms. Trudy, this is a surprise.” “Rondell,” she said in a soft, serious tone, “I am going to need your help.”
Majique MiMiPublished about a year ago in FictionWrite In The Middle Of It
Even with the windows of the club painted black, somehow the watch-less patrons knew when it was time to go home. There was no one left in the bar except for Sadiah who was topless and making her way over to a booth that contained a handsome, well dressed, man in his late forties early fifties.
Majique MiMiPublished about a year ago in FictionNova
Takota: Well, what does he get? What does it say? Lawyer: An architectural masterpiece. It was designed by your brother’s birth father. He also left Nova approximately 1.5 million dollars in a trust for you as well.
Real PoeticPublished about a year ago in Fiction
Tommy Tunes
A big, fat fake. That’s what I was. I was a nobody – a computer geek with only one true friend, my buddy Simon Lee, who is equally nerdy. Yes, I, Thomas Wellington II, was a second generation reject.
Julie LacksonenPublished about a year ago in Fiction
