Young Adult
The Straw Hat Legacy
Monkey D. Luffy was a youthful, adventurous child who lived in a world with endless seas and opportunities for adventure at every corner. Luffy harbored a fantasy that would take him over boundless rivers and into the annals of history, thus his heart burned with an insatiable longing for adventure.
By Daniel Oluwatobi3 years ago in Fiction
A Letter from the Heart
Emilia had always been enthralled by antiques, especially the appeal of handwritten letters. She loved the way history oozed out of torn books and paintings, as well as the mysteries concealed in their deft brushstrokes. She found a collection of yellowed envelopes bound with silk ribbon in her attic, among dusty boxes and abandoned artifacts. They were letters written by a former mate.
By Tamino-Nimi Abel3 years ago in Fiction
The Library of Lost Tales
Introduction: A strange library that was only known to a select few stood in a quiet, inconspicuous village tucked amid rolling hills and old-growth trees. The Library of Lost Tales was held there, a much more remarkable collection of volumes than one would typically find in a regular library's rows of orderly shelves.
By Tamino-Nimi Abel3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Shadows. Content Warning.
In a realm where reality and dreams entwined like lovers, a place known only as the "Surreal Landscapes," there lived a young artist named Luna. Luna had always felt a deep connection with the moon and its ethereal light. She believed that the moon held secrets, secrets that could unlock the mysteries of the self.
By Syeda Razi Fatima3 years ago in Fiction
To Feel
Screaming punctured the musty, smoke-filled air, and all Lucas could think about was if he'd ever hated someone before. What was hate, really? Did it drill little holes inside you until your empathy drizzled out and left you a bitterly parched wasteland? Maybe it clobbered you suddenly like the subway muggers or adjusted notches of dislike so incrementally that you wouldn't recognize the changes until you withdrew your weapon one day and committed the crime that would later make an honorable mention on the nightly news.
By Alyssa Charpentier3 years ago in Fiction
Seasons of Serendipity: The Love Story Next Door.
Once upon a time, in a quaint suburban neighborhood, there lived a young woman named Emily. She had always led a simple and quiet life, content with her routines and the comfort of her own home. But little did she know that her life was about to change in the most unexpected way.
By Yussuf Haret Mohamed.3 years ago in Fiction
not the same planet
Beep Beep Beep... The unsettling sound of your morning alarm. Crawling and reaching for your alarm snooze button. The alien looks at you with a confused face like any dog that would be still staring at the device. Through wide open eyes all eyes are drawn to the sound of the alarm. Both now reaching out towards the sun those first movements of the day in slow motion.
By Kristian B. Delpilar3 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering Couch
Ricky grabbed a cold can of soda from his fridge and sat down in his new looking couch, popped the can and started drinking, unaware the couch always looked new despite being passed from owner to owner for hundreds of years, each time driving its owner insane.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Undulating
saw his dark smiling silhouette and was hooked. What seized my attention was his rich laughter, he was hurling cartons of beer from the boot of a 505 Peugot car, I was awed by the camaraderie two young adults shared. While he continued the spate, I placed my orders, hung around longer than necessary, stealing glances at him, hoping to be noticed.
By Ann Emecheta3 years ago in Fiction
Bless Her Heart
You can fall in love with a rich boy as easy as a poor one. That’s what Mother always said. Even so, she married a poor city boy and began a life of blue-collar poverty, ending up with a houseful the likes of us. She shared plenty of motherisms she said I needed to hear growing up: “Boys don’t like girls smarter than them” and “Become a nurse—America needs more nurses.” Never missed a chance to outwit my dad. Never became a nurse either. Since she hadn’t followed her own advice about anything, I didn’t feel inclined to myself. I’d soon learn that preconceptions, hers and mine, about boys, rich and poor, were as useful as cauliflower in your pole corn.
By Gale Martin3 years ago in Fiction
