Young Adult
Magic Window
Sophie loved to explore whenever she had a day off from school, and today she was making her way through the sparse forest, eager to find places she had yet to discover. Her best friend, Abby, had ditched her in favor of going shopping with her Mom today, but Sophie preferred trekking through the woods any day to picking out a new outfit in a crowded mall. She was most at home while romping through tangled brush in a forest or while doing anything outside.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction
One Last Storm
Pushing their bicycles up the rocky path was a time for laughs and hunger after a day spent swimming and exploring by the North Sea’s inlet to their small village on Sweden's west coast. Storms never frightened these boys; they knew when it was time to head for shelter. This jaunt would take a life changing twist. As they felt the pelleting rain upon their backs the sky split open, winds whipped upon them fiercely, their vulnerabilities exposed.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 years ago in Fiction
Madam Tart's All-Magic Reproduction: Fine Ink, Candid Creatures and Second-hand Robe Repair
“Don’t consider me a teacher, consider me your friend…” Professor Grendelere cooed before being rudely interrupted. “No, no, no. You’ve pinned the pants on the form incorrectly my dear, clearly you never did an internship at the Cloak-and-Quill… I’m sorely disappointed,” Professor Grendelere hissed, her wand whipping furiously across a sea of fabric as the pins righted themselves on the silken material leaving tiny tears in their wake.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Fiction
Lipstick on a Date
I was nervous about the date. I met him online. I put on lipstick. I didn’t like the color. I changed colors. I was now wearing crimson red. I drove to the restaurant. I found the table we reserved. The date went well. I brought him back home. Jim looked around. “Who are all these other men?” He asked. “My other husbands. Welcome to the clan. We can get married tomorrow,” I said. He tried to leave, but the door was locked. “Don’t worry, Jim, you’ll get used to it,” one of my husbands said.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
FADING ECHOES; BROKEN HEARTS
And I walked and walked and walked until I could no longer walk. The things that love makes you do. The sea with its rising and falling waves and the sun setting down with the gusts of wind that brushed my face every now and then—all of it mimicked a healthy conversation, a lively conversation, a joyful conversation. But alas, many things in life are not what they seem to be. My late mother used to say “Live life like you are living it the first time, Live life the way you would live it if you had another chance” To the normal brain, such a sentence would not be very comprehensible, and so it was not to me; I’m only human after all. But after all the sorrows and sufferings of this life and now the state I find myself in—dejection—do I think that one understands the philosophies of life and the profound essence of living life properly and to its fullest—or may one dare to argue, and if they do, then no wonder suicidal notes have become more common in this world all of a sudden.
By Muhammed Ahmed Imran3 years ago in Fiction





