Young Adult
IMUETINYANOSA
WAKE UP! Sleeping on my bed, I heard my phone’s alarm buzz out so loud with the first few lines of the song: “my generation is waiting…”, Two of my friends were on their own beds too jumped off their beds to shake me off from sleep, “your alarm woke us up, this is the sixth time it buzzed yet you’re sleeping!”, One of them confessed how the words from this song had reshaped her thoughts and set her on her feet to become better… Yet there I am, the owner of the phone turning from one side to another, perhaps because it’s a Saturday and there’s no work but no it happens every time!
By Omolola Osunde3 years ago in Fiction
The untold story of the girl who never stop dreaming
Once upon a time, in a quaint little village nestled at the foot of a grand mountain range, lived a girl named Eliza. She was known throughout the village as "the dreamer" because, from a very young age, she had possessed a unique ability - the gift of vivid and extraordinary dreams.
By Boboy gray3 years ago in Fiction
September's Symphony
The small town of Willowbrook had always been a tranquil place, nestled deep within a valley surrounded by thick, ancient forests. Its cobblestone streets were lined with cozy cottages adorned with colorful flowers that bloomed with vibrant life during the spring and summer. It was a place where time seemed to move a little slower, where the townsfolk greeted each other with warm smiles and a sense of neighbourly camaraderie.
By Daniel Adeyemi3 years ago in Fiction
Daisy Chains
To me now, the image of a seven-year old girl as a stern and humourless technical instructor is comical. It’s an image that must have been purged from my memory shortly after experiencing it, only to be reconstructed when I reached an age where Catherine O’Reilly’s inscrutable withering glare was not so intimidating. At the time, I had assumed that she was as skeptical as everyone else of a boy wanting to learn how to make a daisy chain. But as I avoided eye-contact, instead watching her hands as she described the proper place to pierce the daisy’s stem (“here”, she said, tolerating no differing opinions about proper stem piercing placement), something in her voice told me that it was not my gender that bothered her. Daisy chains were serious business to her, not something for amateurs to trifle with, and artisans do not teach.
By Michael Atkins-Prescott3 years ago in Fiction
The Enigma of Eldoria. Content Warning.
Chapter 1: The Mysterious Letter In the small town of Oakbrook, nestled deep in the countryside, lived a young orphan named Amelia Evans. She had always felt like she didn't quite belong, but her life was about to change forever. On her thirteenth birthday, Amelia received a peculiar letter, delivered by a wise-looking owl. The envelope bore the crest of Eldoria Academy, a school for gifted individuals with extraordinary abilities.
By Manoj Jayaram3 years ago in Fiction
Midnight Graveyard Walk
Last night I was walking to my old home and decided to take a short cut past the cemetery. Three girls walked up to me and said that they were really scared to walk past the cemetery at night because they were afraid of ghosts, so I agreed to let them walk with me.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
From Darkness to Light
In the heart of a small town, where the sunsets painted the sky with shades of pink and orange, lived a young woman named Emily. To the outside world, she was a beacon of strength and resilience, but her journey to that point had been a harrowing one, marked by the indelible scars of child abuse.
By Ezekiel Dada3 years ago in Fiction
Fractured Bonds
In a quiet suburban neighborhood, nestled behind the white picket fence of a seemingly idyllic home, the Johnson family faced a nightmare that would forever alter the course of their lives. Behind closed doors, hidden from prying eyes, a painful secret festered, threatening to unravel the very fabric of their existence.
By Ezekiel Dada3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Attic
The Thompson family had always dreamt of living in a charming old house filled with history, and their dream finally came true when they moved into the Victorian mansion on Elm Street. The house had character, with creaking floorboards and hidden nooks that whispered tales of the past.
By Ezekiel Dada3 years ago in Fiction
The Hidden Diaries
Melissa sat on the dusty attic floor, surrounded by cardboard boxes filled with the remnants of her childhood. She hadn't been in this forgotten space for years, but something had drawn her back, a whisper from the past she couldn't ignore. Her heart raced as she reached for an old, weathered diary, its pages yellowed with age.
By Ezekiel Dada3 years ago in Fiction
