Young Adult
Before You
He wasn't even supposed to be on that ship. ...or maybe he was. The more that I think about it, about him, the fonder and more hurtful the memories become. But I don't resent or regret them. Not a single one. When I left home, little had I known I would feel this way.
Delsy GonzalezPublished 20 days ago in Fiction
Lets Just Kiss & Say Goodbye
Amber gives me an ultimatum. Stop seeing that white girl or we are finished. I agreed. Amber is my future. I must call Courtney and put an end to this entanglement.
Timothy KincaidPublished 20 days ago in Fiction
How to Make an Entrance
He’s downstairs. Holy hell. The doorbell rang while I was shimmying into my slip, and Dad must’ve opened the door and let him in, and now I can hear them talking in the hallway.
Nikki BennettPublished 21 days ago in FictionGeistermädchen (Ghost Girl)
A soft scraping, issuing from somewhere, just on the outer side of the bedroom window, skree-eeee, skree-eeee, was just barely audible, but it jolted the girl like a boom. The branches outside of the Eads house had often brushed up against the window, but the pale-blond girl had snapped them off of their parent tree, on the previous day, in preparation for this event. It could not be them.
Ship Trap. Chapter 5: Journey
Dashing through the night lights of the city, all they could do was laugh the entire time. Even though they had a planned destination in mind, they didn’t need to rush there immediately. They were excited, happy, and wanted the night to never end. Yet, in not wanting it to end, they also wanted to savor the time that they had.
Thavien YliasterPublished 23 days ago in FictionShip Trap. Chapter 4: Premature Celebration
Tilting his head up towards the tiled ceiling, letting out a sigh of relief, David couldn’t help but to think of the possible outcomes for his travel tomorrow.
Thavien YliasterPublished 23 days ago in FictionMarvin T. Bear
He was my best friend. I knew he was a little bit afraid of the ship because I was, too. We were just so far up from the water is all. When we looked over the edge, I was just positive we were going to fall in. But we helped each other be brave because that's what best friends do for one another.
Bonnie Joy SludikoffPublished 23 days ago in FictionApril
April 1st “APRIL! COME HERE!! Aww yes the horrific sound of Veronica's voice at 6 in the morning. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?”.... Dead silence carried through the house. Of course she wouldn’t answer. Sometimes I have the urge to strangle this woman. I walk to the living room and stare at her violently. She says and I quote “What are you doing?” I mumble, “Unfortunately I’m staring at you.” She scolds me, “what did you just say?”
Isis LyonsPublished 23 days ago in Fiction
Anne Charlotte Had It Coming
I. The first thing Anne Charlotte said to me was this: “Check me out. You’re mine.” Mind you, I was not in an intelligent mood to decipher her pink riddle; I was only listening to the flowery notes from her nectar lips, the cool blossom gift of whatever she was trying to say. Cute little thing, she was. As I kept my dumb eyes glued on her, I tried to think of something cool to say, but the thunder in my mind only repeated: You’re mine. You’re mine. She must have noticed my rejected and boring brain which held no cool conversations, so she left.
Justin Fong CruzPublished 25 days ago in Fiction
Level 14:
Arching an inquisitive eyebrow, Milo bent over to pick up the peculiar motherboard, studying the anomalous object with a sceptical yet fascinated expression. Bringing it closer to his eye, he noticed how incredibly detailed and complex it was. Tiny wires and thin copper lines ran through it like the blueprint of a metro map. A small fiery spark skirted along the edges of the intricate square. Why on Earth was it in the post-box though?
Rushil ChaudhariPublished 29 days ago in Fiction
The Legend of Kathleen Everton
The high vaulted ceilings and the tall archways were entirely unfamiliar to Kathleen Everton as she walked the corridors of the fortress of Relsin with the three Spirit Warriors. She'd never seen such beauty before, and a long time ago the fortress of Relsin might have been a place of stunning opulence, but those days were long gone. The four entered a room that was lit by four torches on both walls, leading straight down a small hall that had paintings and murals decorating its walls, telling the legend of the Spirit Warriors. She noticed the other three alcoves in the room, which must have held the armour and swords of the other three Evertons, were empty. So that must be the armour and swords they're wearing now, Kathleen thought as they came to a stop in the middle of the room. The four women stood in the middle of the room, seemingly waiting for something. Just then, footsteps echoed through the corridors. Kathleen put a hand warily on her sword's hilt, but Rayla noticed her movement and put a hand on her arm.
Taylor BitzPublished about a month ago in Fiction
Meaning of a Hero
" We're here, you excited!" Duce announced with his half-witted gleeful voice. "I don't know, it's kind of scary, especially after hearing that the "safe and most secure" school was attacked by amateur villains as I heard," I responded, in a distressing tone, after hearing what happened in U.A., I didn't want to come, despite my reluctance, my dad's convinced me to go, and it would upset my teacher who recommended me, "I hear you, girl; all this school boasts about is how high and mighty it is, but there isn't a single decent looking man here, and that man with the Tasmanian tiger teeth is quite ugly." "Hey, stop talking about Vlad sensei like that- and his teeth aren't even big," Duce says in an irritated voice, Duce's hair can turn into snakes, and apparently his snakes have a mouth of their own.
Laysia DavisPublished about a month ago in Fiction
