Young Adult

Her Name is Cassie...
Welcome to FairSpring. It's a cottage-like village from the deep forest filled with druids, sorcerers, and wizards. Each humanoid has its own nature spells from its ancestors. Then, there is a kind and beautiful young lady who is both a sorcerer and a druid. Her name is Cassie. She has been passionate about weather, plants, animals, & magic since birth. However, she has to succeed in her training before her adventure begins. She asks herself- Is she worthy enough to be a strong sorceress & have a bright future? She will have to face it on her own by herself.
By Meghan LeVaughn 3 years ago in Fiction
Places Never Called Special
Think of home- Who met you in the morning, kissed you before the bell? How many nights spent dreaming in the same bed year after year?
By Zack Graham3 years ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Cried Wolf
Once upon a time, there was a shepherd boy who used to take care of a flock of sheep. One day, the boy got bored and decided to play a prank on the villagers by crying out, "Wolf! Wolf! There's a wolf attacking the sheep!"
By dailyfeed3 years ago in Fiction
Bitter Barn
Cold. Pain. Darkness. These were the first things I remembered when I woke up inside the dimly lit barn. Everywhere hurt... my head, my shoulders, my legs, my stomach. That last one was probably because I was hungry. I slowly sat up and looked around. Where was I? This didn’t look like Jimmy’s barn. That’s when I heard it. A low, threatening snarl coming from outside the barn. A second later came a hand through the door. I shot behind a pile of hay. After a second, I dared a glance back at the door. Jimmy... Jimmy was corrupted.
By Ava Smith3 years ago in Fiction
Obsession
"To those who have ever felt pressured, taken advantage of, used, and abused. This is for you..." Track Zero:(Prelude) Her skin is moist from the sweat making her glisten. Her pupils dilate with eyes wide open, legs wide open. She clenches her jaw and gnashes her teeth as he holds her down, penetrating her. Her thighs squeeze his hips and her nails dig into his chest, drawing blood, exciting his desire. He grunts and moans in such pleasure as she screams and moans at his fervorous effort. She shuts her eyes tightly as he releases, thrusting harder into her. Sweat and blood mix on his broad back and she lays motionless on the purple satin sheets. After such a long while, he had finished and she was reeling. He gets up off her and takes a smoke in front of the mirror across from the bed, looking, searching, seeing nothing and no one there. Now the scent of sex and cigarettes fills the air in a sort of bitter aroma. He looks back at her briefly; she's still in a state of shock, to say the least. He takes his clothes and leaves the room.
By Demeter-Valencia A Lopez3 years ago in Fiction
Pizza Day
"Everyone, get down!" I saw the girl, the one who'd been hit, in a pool of blood. What a pretty color, I thought, as tears ran down my bloated cheeks, my mouth still full with stale Detroit-style pepperoni pizza. The intruder's footsteps paced over the dirty linoleum and my pulse kept time with his steps, as if my heart wanted to appease him.
By Paige Holloway3 years ago in Fiction
Wow
The taste of bubblegum lip balm lingered on his tongue as they explored the new territory of each other. As they parted he saw his own nervousness reflected in her, a rush of adrenaline and relief coursed through him. He saw the faintest hint of a smile on her lips. They stood there, in awkward silence for a few moments, until she broke it "Wow," she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity. “Yeah, wow,” he echoed, his heart soaring. So that was a kiss.
By John Eva3 years ago in Fiction
It Could Be Anyone
When we don’t talk for a while I assume our most recent conversation was our very last. Obsessively, I re-read the last few messages. Trying to determine where you lost interest. Have I shared too much of myself or not nearly enough? Attempting to convince myself, that he's just some guy.
By Janine Walker3 years ago in Fiction
That silenced voice within us.
On an eve, which wasn’t quite fine, Positioning myself in a floral garden just to recall those words of spine, About which I was of opinion that it’s invalid, but no, now I can’t. For I descended from that line of thought and almost done in persuading this poor fruitless self; ThatMy existence had nothing to match with, for every life of living and non-living had a purpose unlike mine. Ablow of sound just like a shot got to be held by my ears, “save me” that blow says.
By Shamreena3 years ago in Fiction
The Phantom Admirer
Title 1: The Enigmatic Love Letters Title 2: Letters from a Stranger Title 3: Love in the Shadows Title 4: The Phantom Admirer
By Iqra M3 years ago in Fiction
Title
I can’t think of a name, subtitle or subject for this story. What should I call it? What should it be about? Should it be fiction or fantasy? A mystery perhaps? Something for the humanity section? Oh I can’t decide. What do I do. This is the worst case of writers block I’ve ever had. Should I make it a story about a bank robber? An archiologist who thinks everything belongs in a museum? Or maybe a detective on the brink of solving a major crime? I just don’t know, I’m out of ideas. This stinks! This really stinks!
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Love Potions and Deceptions
Sophie had been feeling hopeless in love. She had been single for a long time, and no one seemed to interest her until she met Nathan. Nathan was charming, witty, and had a smile that made her heart skip a beat.
By Iqra M3 years ago in Fiction