Young Adult

Unraveling the Extraordinary Within
I'm pondering the origins of it all, the moment when I became aware of my existence, attuned to my surroundings, and embarked on this journey called life. My thoughts turn to my parents within a shadowy chamber arguing. The walls adorned in a hue of green, reminiscent of a fusion between mint and olive, yet the colors barely register due to the room's subdued illumination. A fiery dispute between my mother and father, My grandparents were present, exerting immense effort to force the door open and release my sister and me. That was the last time I laid my eyes on her, My mother.
By Oluwafisayomi Emmanuel3 years ago in Fiction
Through Tunnels and Trash
She sat knowing what was coming, aware of what was fixing to arrive. The war between the two clans had at last ensued; the brutish and unlearned barbarians against her own advanced and civilized people. Fear clamped tightly on her heart as she stood to the side of the green expanse of field where the battle would began; the field that led out of her world and into another. After endless miles of travel, the enemy waited just below the bottom of a monstrous hill that warped the entire field. Soon the army would reach the top where the city’s own troops were gathering. Amongst them was every man willing or not. Some were young, only sixteen. And, somewhere out there with the other youth was the boy she loved. She stood there her heart wrenching from her chest but only for an instant, then she darted away to her home to find safety and shelter.
By Laura Lann3 years ago in Fiction
The story of youth
The boy and the girl first meet at the beginning of the first year of high school. Boys are cheerful and confident, which is the appearance that girls like. I don't like it, but the boys are nice. The girl's cheerful nature is just the pressure of high school the pressure of class makes her a little breathless. Always used to be a good student, high school again and again, the grades made her produce a gap. The girl becomes introverted, unwilling to speak or even inferior. Although the same class, the boy and the girl have never spoken a word. The first time girl and boy is heard that the boy sings well. Yes, the girl was voice-activated and was hooked on his voice the first time she heard it. So boys and girls are connected by music. Divided into classes, the girl naturally chose the liberal arts, to escape the rationalization that made her tired and made her inferior. The boy naturally continued to be an excellent student in science class. As a result, there are fewer opportunities for boys and girls to meet. Luckily, PE class is in the same section. The girl is fond of sports, just in order not to embarrass every time choose to press the playground secretly watch the boy play. He is different from other boys in that he is more interested in badminton than football and basketball. On the badminton court, he is the king. On the girl's birthday, the boy wished her well and sang to her. Girls look at boys, boys look at girls. Whenever the eyes are opposite, the girl will look away embarrassedly, and the boy seems to disapprove. Every chance encounter has become the most beautiful story. The girl seems to secretly like the boy, but the boy's reputation is not good, in the eyes of others is a complete cheating and playing with women's feelings of the man. And in the eyes of the girl it's a rumor and the girl chooses to believe the guy and chooses to believe the guy who is real enough for her. I thought the boy and the girl would get together. Then came the news that the boy had changed schools. The first person he told was the girl, and she was very sad that night." We are not familiar enough with the reasons for separation." The day of the hike was the boy's last day at school. Countless encounters, the girl wants to tell the boy wants to talk with the boy face to face, but the girl does not have the courage, thought will miss from now on let it become a regret. School was late that day, and the young man who had been showing off his debauchery on the playground was again squatting on his turf. The girl gathered her courage to walk towards him, and the boy stopped his actions to walk towards the girl. The hug was brief and beautiful. Became the most beautiful memories of boys and girls. The girl did not know where the courage came from that day, just secretly happy for a long time.
By Sunshine3 years ago in Fiction
King Elizabeth the tenth
I met Steve from a bookshop, we were both browsing - looking for our next read. “Oh no, not that one” we kept on saying to each other when he or I touch a book that he or I already read, and it was not good. That is how we met. He introduced himself, so did I. He caught my attention as we had similar taste in books.
By Luxolo Poswa3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Fortress - Chapter 3
Chaos engulfed Valden's streets as the full force of the Blight invasion surged through alleys and climbed sheer structures with unnatural dexterity. Citizens screamed, fleeing the slaughter or being pulled down by the humanoid beasts swarming over the mountain city.
By Ashen3 years ago in Fiction
Elysium Chronicles- The Celestial Odyssey
In a realm beyond the stars where galaxies intertwine like threads in a cosmic tapestry lies a world of wonder and mysters– Elysium A place of untold secrets ethereal landscapes and beings of light who shape reality with their very thoughts.
By InkDreamer3 years ago in Fiction
Wings of Tomorrow.
In the heart of Briarwood, a village wrapped in the embrace of nature's beauty, two souls found their destinies intertwined. Evie, a gifted violinist, and Liam, a passionate painter, shared a bond that transcended words. Their journey began on a serendipitous day when their paths converged at a local art fair.
By shaista zaid3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Fortress - Chapter 2
Dawn emerged muted through veils of gray mist shrouding Valden. Edward stood ready at the top of the central watchtower, ceremonial sword at his side, as final preparations were made in the courtyard below for the Warden induction. Today he would join their storied ranks officially.
By Ashen3 years ago in Fiction
THE LEGEND OF AMELIA
In a quiet village nestled between rolling hills, lived a quirky inventor named Amelia. Her inventions were legendary, ranging from the "Snoozeinator" alarm clock that gently tickled you awake, to the "Fluffinator" that turned vegetables into cotton candy. Yet, Amelia's wildest creation was yet to come. One day, while sipping her fizzy lemonade and watching fireflies dance, she had a eureka moment. With a gleam in her eye, she announced to the village, "I'm building a cloud catcher!" The villagers exchanged puzzled glances. "A what?" Amelia explained that her contraption would capture clouds and allow villagers to experience the thrill of riding them. Skeptics rolled their eyes, but a few dared to dream alongside her. They spent days assembling gears, pulleys, and an array of multicolored umbrellas. When the contraption was ready, the village gathered beneath a sky full of fluffy cumulus clouds. As they activated the machine, a hum filled the air, and the umbrellas spun in unison. Suddenly, a shimmering net shot up into the sky, latching onto a cloud. Cheers erupted as the net descended, carrying a giggling Amelia riding her very own cloud. Soon, the villagers took turns soaring above, leaving trails of laughter and wonder in their wake. Word spread like wildfire, drawing visitors from neighboring towns. The cloud-catching craze transformed the village into a bustling hub of joy. But every story needs a twist. One day, a stubborn storm cloud descended upon the village. With determination in her heart, Amelia embarked on a daring mission to tame the tempest. Armed with a heart-shaped umbrella, she soared into the turbulent skies. The village held its breath as Amelia disappeared into the heart of the storm. Hours later, just as hope began to waver, a triumphant cheer echoed through the air. Emerging from the clouds, Amelia rode a radiant rainbow, leading the storm away from the village. Her courge and ingenuity inspired everyone. The villagers realized that even the darkest clouds could be overcome with a dash of creativity and a sprinkle of positivity. From that day forward, the village flourished not only as a cloud-catching paradise but also as a symbol of resilience and unity. And so, the legend of Amelia, the cloud-catcher, lived on—a tale of dreams taking flight, storms turning into rainbows, and the extraordinary power of believing in the impossible. It's said that even now, on clear nights, if you look closely, you might catch a glimpse of a twinkling star in the shape of a heart, a reminder that magic exists for those who dare to reach for the skies.
By Blessing clement 3 years ago in Fiction
The Wanderer
I was ten years old when I saw my first ghost. This situation was a new one, so it took me by surprise. One minute, I happily played in the back garden, pretending to be a princess with my plastic tiara and sceptre. Next, a young boy, who looked around the same age as me, appeared, looking at me with a puzzled expression.
By Paige Garth3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Abyss. Content Warning.
In the dimly lit room, shadows danced on the walls, mirroring the tumultuous thoughts that plagued Emily's mind. She sat on the edge of her bed, consumed by the relentless storm of self-loathing and despair that had gripped her for far too long. The whispers of negativity had become her constant companions, their voices echoing in the depths of her consciousness.
By Tamas 3 years ago in Fiction
A Journey Through Time: The Lost World of Atlantis. Content Warning.
Once upon a time, in a forgotten era, there existed a magnificent and enigmatic civilization known as Atlantis. This lost world was said to possess advanced technology, unparalleled wisdom, and breathtaking beauty. Countless tales of its grandeur have been passed down through generations, captivating the imaginations of explorers and historians alike. Join me on a journey through time as we delve into the mysteries of Atlantis, seeking to unveil its secrets.
By Peter Kaan3 years ago in Fiction