Young Adult
A Love Letter to My Soulmate
The time I met my soulmate was a day I will never forget. I was sitting in a coffee shop, working on my laptop, when I saw her walk in. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She had long, dark hair and big, brown eyes. She was wearing a blue dress that hugged her curves perfectly. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
By Pepe Magicabout a year ago in Fiction
Lyra's Journey to the Unknown World
Once upon a time, in a world far, far away, there was a small village nestled at the base of a mountain. The villagers lived a simple life, farming and trading with nearby towns. However, they were all aware of a strange, almost mystical presence that lingered on the mountaintop. Many had attempted to climb the mountain, but none had ever returned.
By Farhad Setharabout a year ago in Fiction
Missing
It changed into a lovely summer time day in the quiet suburban community of Maplewood. Kids had been playing outdoor, adults have been running of their yards, and the neighborhood seemed like the correct area to raise a family. However matters have been about to take a dark turn.
By Rasheek Rasoolabout a year ago in Fiction
Love Story about an Alien and a Human, A Fictional Tale
The Beginning - A Chance Encounter Our story begins with a young human, named Alex, who was working as an astronaut on a deep space mission. While on a routine spacewalk, Alex noticed a strange object approaching their spacecraft. At first, Alex thought it was a meteor, but as it got closer, Alex realized that it was something entirely different. It was an alien spaceship, unlike anything Alex had ever seen before.
By AJ Digitalabout a year ago in Fiction
"I Broke My Hip"
I have to tell you a story because when I was a senior in college, I quickly discovered myself. I had woken up late, really late in fact, and arose from my queen size mattress in the hotel room reserved for me and my radio broadcasting partners, who slept in the other room. Outside of the Assembly Hall in Bloomington, Indiana where I and four other members of our tiny college radio station in South Dakota, were to broadcast the NCAA Division V Women’s Basketball National Championship Tournament. The men’s team sucks, but I’ll talk about that throughout this book. To an alarm clock that has been characterized as a buzzing noise similar to watching “The Shining.” Eerily loud for sure. I woke up from a late slumber and arose to the sounds of springtime bird chirping and a burst of radiant sunshine outside but there was also a heavy bit of melting snow on the ground. After fluffing my hair, decking my dark blue suit and blondish slash reddish crimson tie on my neck festive for the Hoosiers occasion. Rolling out of bed like a 68-year-old man, sleepy from a long hangout the boys and I enjoyed at a little devilish hole in the wall called “Kilroy’s Bar & Grill,” where we slurped on $1 mini shots and watched another NCAA Tournament in a packer bar as IU won in the First Four against Washington State. We partied and swallowed a fish. Cussing like a sailor until night’s end. It goes to show you why I was waking up late. Since the tournament was starting at the earliest start time of nine a.m., I had taken a shower and vested into my clothing faster than the Energizer bunny would in those commercials. “Whopper, whopper, whopper, whopper, junior, double, triple whopper, flamed grilled taste with perfect toppers I ruled this day,” I hummed to myself in the bathroom while I was dressing into my work clothes because that song stuck in my head for three whole weeks, and I was scrolling through emails on my old school Blackberry. “At B-K, Have it your way! You Rule!” Dawning our typical company sweater vests and high-top yellow and red company beanies, plus a black coat. Before you know it the sheets, boards, and player information that have helped me throughout my time as a young broadcaster, fully printed from the school library and fully colorful like a Jim Carey act in the TV show, In Living Color, were shelved into cream folders into my black computer case that folds like a suitcase. Snow that once pelted on the ground the night before, crunched at my feet like chewing on Kona Ice. My feet as I stepped out of the hotel lobby, felt like a “tap-tap-tap on the glass… waving through a window (sorry I listen to Broadway classics before I go walk down past the hotel lobby, especially during a road game). Then on my way out of the door, I slipped on the pavement, and later a neurologist could call me and say the dreaded words I dreaded. I broke my hip. Headphones flew out of my ears, and even hotel specialists didn’t seem surprised, but my body contorted in the air as Kerrie Shrug flew through the air at the ‘96 Olympics in Atlanta. I mean, it was a hard fall. It felt as if I toppled down six flights of stairs to the delight of my horrors, “Here’s Johnny” from The Shining. I fell hip first and it shattered leaving my papers flying through the air. My boards were ruined, my stuff was ruined, and nothing was sealed so my papers were wet. Even the rays of sunshine and winter-like air couldn’t save me from slipping on black ice, but it did prevent me from my back breaking or something worse happening to me. My day defines a lot of my chaotic life in this toxic radio job at the time. That I didn’t know was toxic, it was a mess.
By Braydyn Lentsabout a year ago in Fiction
Kip's Journey
Long ago, in a small village nestled at the foot of a great mountain range, there lived a young boy named Kip. Kip had always been fascinated by the mountains, their vastness and their mystery, and had dreamed of exploring them ever since he was old enough to walk.
By Ian Woodwardabout a year ago in Fiction
How I Survived A Car Accident
I was driving down the highway on a bright summer afternoon, the sun was shining, and the air was warm. I had the windows rolled down, enjoying the breeze and the sound of the radio playing my favorite songs. I was feeling content and relaxed, but little did I know that my life was about to take a dramatic turn.
By wispo uganjaabout a year ago in Fiction
Black Night
Lights illuminated the stage. Uproarious applause abounded. The woman with a waist like a pencil and dark features walked to her mark. She wore a green dress and gold jewelry to match her black diamond skin. Her hair had been in locks with some flecks of gray.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction