Young Adult
Shifting Shadows
Jane lived in the quaint town of Willowbrook, nestled among rolling hills and lush greenery. She'd always felt like an outsider, haunted by the unshakeable sense that she didn't fit in. Her daily routine seemed monotonous, and she yearned for something more. She had no idea that a chance discovery would lead her on a journey of self-discovery that would change her life forever.
By Gayathri anand3 years ago in Fiction
Top 10: good sex in fiction
The distinction between "great" and "comical" sex became clear to me while writing Whips, a funny novel about scandalous happenings in Westminster. I held my ridiculous sequences about vibrating eggs until after 6 p.m., when a strong martini could help. We all have our flaws, but I'm almost positive "underhanded Conservative MP" is a specialization. Regardless of how hard I tried to focus the reader on the joke rather than into the room, I'm afraid I'll be on the honors waitlist this year based only on rule.
By omar lababidi3 years ago in Fiction
Unbalanced Life Harmony
Once upon a time in the bustling city of Veridonia, there lived a young woman named Emily. She had dreams as vast as the open sky and aspirations that soared even higher. Emily was an ambitious soul who sought success in all areas of her life. She was a talented musician, a dedicated employee at a prestigious corporation, and an active member of her community.
By DEMILADE ABIMBOLA3 years ago in Fiction
Myth of the Archer and the Nightingale
There was once a certain Archer who, rather than bagging his preferred game of venison, captured a small bird in his net, named Philomela [Nightingale], and was going to kill her without a second thought; but the bird had been granted the gift of gab, and thus spoke out:
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Fiction
Street Metals. Content Warning.
Even at her worst, Stacey always seemed to marvel at the spirituality in being awake before sunrise. There was something so serene in padding into the kitchen, going under the sink to grab the appropriate sized white metal pot from the set with the red painted rims and matching rubber handles to boil water on the stove to make the daily pitcher of sweet-tea. The size of the pot along with the size of the pitcher varied over the years and one would assume that was because the variation would correlate with size of the family.
By Majique MiMi3 years ago in Fiction
Street Metals . Content Warning.
“And I blame you for that shit, Jay” Magnolia said as she decided to go out into the garage and check in the freezer for something that resembled seafood. “Just like I’m blaming you for the fact that t’aint no seafood in Mama’s house.”
By Majique MiMi3 years ago in Fiction
