Young Adult
Two Birthdays
It all happened on Ma’s birthday. The morning had been off to a nice start, a special morning. She’d never seen the house abuzz like this. They were going all out for Ma tonight. Birthdays didn’t happen every day, and Ma’s husband had just been paid his leaving wages. Tomorrow he’d have to scrounge around for new work, but today they’d live like kings. Auguste, Pauro, and even Rosa had scrubbed the place clean, set up chairs for them to get some sun, and Ma was just taking in the sight of her family, not thinking for once about her fingers swelling up or her belly sticking out. The tiny radio was spitting out songs that any other time Ma couldn’t have stood one bit. The Bee Gees were carrying on about fever, and the disco rhythm had Ma tapping her toes, rocking her body back and forth.
Sue TorresPublished 2 years ago in FictionA lonely young girl growing up in Riyadh finds solace in imagining a romance with a fictional princess
Baba’s name was Mohammed Ali, and Mama’s was Sadiqa. I got used to our peculiar life in Riyadh. It wasn’t like anyone else’s; we weren’t like anyone else. Our apartment had just two rooms, without even a formal sitting room; the outer door opened onto the room that was my playroom and Mama’s cooking space, our dining room and bathroom, and the second door in the inner wall led to our bedroom and TV and the legless plastic wardrobes with their cloth covers that zipped closed. This was what people found if they got lost and came knocking on our door: me and Mama, in the very heart of our daily life.
Diane DoraPublished 2 years ago in FictionFollow the lives of three women as they rebel against cultural traditions they consider oppressive
I am different. I always was. To my mother, I seemed like an alien. While my sisters swooned over colorful pages that our father’s employee brought each year for the celebration at the end of Ramadan, fighting to claim the color that best suited them, I would arrive well behind everyone else, take the page that no one else wanted, and leave, bored, to plunge back into my books. While my sisters discontinued their studies as early as possible, not wanting to disobey my father, and agreed to marry the men that he or one of my uncles chose for them (they were more interested in the material aspects of marriage, the gifts or the interior design of their future home), I stubbornly persisted in going to high school. I explained to the women of the family my ambition to become a pharmacist, which made them burst into laughter. They called me crazy and bragged about the virtues of marriage and the life of a homemaker.
Cindy DoryPublished 2 years ago in FictionPlanet Tetro ~ Page 45
The king said, " let’s see if I remembered your names that Rose taught me earlier . That leaves John , Illdred , and Bulls Eye ?" We all said yes while nodding in agreement . He continued on to say , “ good well you 3 go ahead and pick your weapons then . Each magical weapon here is elemental or gives you an edge in battle . They all have different usage rates depending on the weapon and there are two different charge types . I'm sure Rose is as at least acquainted with the basics of enchantment magic . Light or dark magic is used to either add an element or and extra effect for the weapon . In even even rarer cases the weapon can transform different aspects of the holder . Weapons that are enchanted using light magic can be charged with sunlight . Weapons made with dark magic can only be charged during moonlight . Early waxing phase is enough light to charge dark enchanted weapons . Late waning phase is as well . Enchanted weapons can not be charged during their use . In fact they have to be sitting still for a few minutes before charging begins . So it's recommended not to hold them at all when you're ready for a charge Just ask me any specific question when a certain weapon catches your eye . Take your time looking around . When it comes to weapons I do believe in love at first sight .
The world is so big, I want to stay by your side
01 Many years ago, Shen Sihao felt that love was silence, a glass of water when his lover was thirsty, a hug when he cried, and the deeper the love, the more difficult it was to say.
Miracle’s Curse
Adrian shivered in the red brick hallways. Although there were red lanterns to guide him along the black floor, it was dark and cold. These maze-like hallways were bland and much the same; he had gotten lost more than once before. But somehow Sara Felle knew her way around without difficulties. This afternoon—closer to evening than midday, really—she had been summoned out of the mansion for reasons she wouldn't speak of. It was a relief to not have her sharp ice eyes on him wherever he went. But now wasn't the time to relax. He had to find the box. Sara had nearly killed him when he found it in one of the guest rooms. He had burns to prove it. But now he hungrily searched for it.
Victoria CagePublished 2 years ago in FictionNatural Magic Ch. 32
Read Chapter 31 Here The worst part of being on the lightning ball team was the morning practice, which meant Ayan now woke before Miriam. The best part--aside from playing lightning ball--was the team captain, Wince. Wince was a Westwood boy Antony had introduced her to during one of their games, and he had agreed Ayan should try out for the team. She guessed that, like Reed, he was Vitnu because he also wore his long brown hair in a knot on the back of his head, and his clothes were entirely cotton. He had pale skin, like her won, and large ears that would have looked ridiculous on anyone else, but somehow, perfectly framed his triangular face. He was cute enough to have the heart of any girl at Faraday, though he clearly hadn't found a girl he liked as much as he liked lightning ball.Wince also welcomed her and Welway, the only other freshman on the team. After practice ended, they all headed to the cafeteria, and Wince suggested they eat breakfast together. Ayan hung back, and he tossed her that perfect smile of his. "Come on, it'll help us get to know each other better."
Molly MarjoriePublished 2 years ago in FictionNima and the Human Boy
s an abandoned toddler in the forest. “I really don’t want to do this,” she muttered under her warm breath. Nima didn’t know why her mother insisted she be the one to go collect the offering from the Lake of Sacrifice. It wasn’t her fault her brother decided to be a total idiot and fight a troll when he knew what a little spite from a troll could do to a dragon.
Nneka AniezePublished 2 years ago in FictionThe One You Don't See Coming
RING! Round One. The bell clanged as Ethan shuffled toward me. His adrenaline must've been so high I could practically see his organs vibrating. He threw a few quick jabs, landing the last on my chin. I got my hands up fast. As usual, Ethan was coming in hot, but I had my own strategy.
K. C. WexlarPublished 2 years ago in FictionThe Fall of Alique
The cigarette smoked, curling around her lips in the windless night. Soft embers nibbled at the burning paper holding the fading bits of tobacco as Alique took one final drag on the cigarette. She spat the butt from her mouth, watching with semi-apathetic interest as it cartwheeled down the rooftop. It rained orange onto the shingles before bouncing off the gutter.
Silver Serpent BooksPublished 2 years ago in FictionReverse Stockholm Syndrome
He grabbed her from the back, pressing a tissue over her mouth not giving her a second to think about what was happening to her. She was out in seconds and he quickly dragged her into the dark alley without anyone noticing.
Xerxes BlanchePublished 2 years ago in FictionPlanet Tetro ~ Page 44
The king continued , "we were already told by your companion that Sir Visceroy is your groups leader . So I’ll let you answer us Sir Visceroy ." Visceroy blushed a little , then started to reply . We are from the village Green Crest. We we were sent here to find out about the monster and the cave . We were also sent to identify and locate treasure . We had information that this was a sapphire Cave , so we were wondering if we could mine some sapphire in the future as well as bring back some samples . I don’t know if it’s so smart for me to be so transparent , but you seem to be treating us fairly at the moment . I feel that honesty will be the best way to make a first impression .