Young Adult
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In a matter of five minutes the ground pulls sharply away from us and falls far, far below. Far enough that wide dirt roads become lines slicing through hillsides and the sheep in the fields stand out against the green as white pinpricks, like stars in the night.
By Lark Hanshan3 years ago in Fiction
Passing Ships
It was a cloudy day in late September when I found myself sitting at the end of a pier, staring out at the calm waters of the harbor. The air was thick with the smell of salt and fish, and the only sounds were the gentle lapping of the waves against the pilings and the distant hum of boat engines.
By MalikSaira Maqbool3 years ago in Fiction
Memorial
An aura of heavy soot pressed against me. Did I just go for a swim? Or am I just sweating that much? Eyes unable to open, I felt my limp body sag against a cold wall. The experience was lucid; unable to control my own body for the only sense I could remotely interact with was sound. As I sat there, slouched, I never considered that for the time I was awake, my ears rang with the voices of my friends as if it were background music. As I searched for sounds over the muffled giggles, I would occasionally hear something that resembled crickets chirping in an extremely low tone. A tone so horrifyingly irritating but also reminiscent of my mother's countryside house.
By Abdullah Zubair3 years ago in Fiction
Turbulence
The late spring sun was seeping through the thick foliage of the tall elms. Despite the early morning hours, the park was filling up quickly. A typical Thursday in May. The exhausted cry of a baby from afar, the happy barking of a dog, mingled with the firm chirping of a warbler. Or was it a flycatcher? She honestly had no idea. But it sounded good. It blended well with the empty echo of her own thoughts. Unexpectedly calm. On a day that was setting out to be quite frenetic, she felt like an unconcerned passenger, ready to spend a 24h journey observing her surroundings, peeking into other people’s lives, and guessing who they might be, what they might be doing, where they might be going. The air was drenched with the soft and sharp smell of grass, heightened by the gentle breeze that made it ok to wear a light sweater, despite the season being already unreasonably warm. She lay flat on her belly resting the cheek on her folded hands, a thin layer of cotton the sole barrier between her still body and the fertile, vibrant ground beneath her. She could sense the energy. She could envision the possibilities. There was nowhere she had to be. Nothing she had to do. She breathed in through her nose. She had forgotten what that felt like. Today was different. She was different.
By Elisa Bazzi3 years ago in Fiction
"The Enchanted Forest"
Once upon a time, there was a dense forest called the Enchanted Forest. The forest was so thick with trees that sunlight could barely penetrate the canopy, making it appear as if it were always dusk. This was the place where the villagers feared to tread. The stories of its magical inhabitants, its dangerous terrain, and the deep secrets it held had been passed down from generation to generation.
By zain hassan3 years ago in Fiction
Everything the Light Touches
"Everything the Light Touches" is a captivating debut novel by highly talented author, Danyal Jaffer. Set in modern-day Pakistan, this coming-of-age story follows the journey of Zaki, a young man who is grappling with issues of identity, love, and loss in a society that is fraught with contradictions.
By Surya Ragish3 years ago in Fiction
Bad Day
So, you'll never believe what happened to me at work yesterday. Well, to get an idea of how crazy it is, I'll tell you a bit about myself first. I'm a postman. I work very early morning and do rounds in the same blocks every day. Except on weekends of course. It can get tiresome at times. For example, some people really can't write legibly, so I end up putting a letter through the wrong box.
By Corey Turner3 years ago in Fiction
