Young Adult
The Haunted House on the Hill
The old house on the hill had been abandoned for years. It stood as a lonely sentinel, a relic of a bygone era, its walls weathered and crumbling. For as long as anyone could remember, the house had been shrouded in mystery and whispers of supernatural phenomena. Some said it was cursed, haunted by the spirits of its former inhabitants who had met untimely ends. Others claimed that it was merely the product of overactive imaginations, a figment of the collective subconscious of the town.
By Narrative Eye4 years ago in Fiction
Forgetful Maya & The Value of Patience
Once upon a time, there was a young girl named Maya. Maya was always in a hurry and never seemed to have enough time for anything. One day, she was rushing to school and accidentally bumped into Mr. Rabbit, a talking magical animal who lived in the area. "Sorry, Mr. Rabbit, I'm in a hurry," said Maya. "That's alright, Maya," replied Mr. Rabbit. "But remember, sometimes it's better to slow down and be patient." "What do you mean?" asked Maya. "Well, when you rush things, you're more likely to make mistakes. And sometimes, those mistakes can be dangerous," explained Mr. Rabbit. Maya wasn't convinced, "I don't make mistakes!" "Everyone makes mistakes, Maya. It's okay," said Mr. Rabbit. "But if you learn to be patient and take your time, you'll make fewer mistakes and be safer in the end." Maya didn't say anything, but she thought about what Mr. Rabbit had said as she rushed to school. On the way, she tripped and fell, and her backpack spilled everywhere. Mr. Rabbit helped her pick up her things and reminded her to take her time. Later in math class, Maya started to get impatient when her teacher took a long time explaining a math problem. She remembered what someone had told her about being patient that morning on the way to school and took her time, eventually figuring out the problem correctly. On the way home from school, Maya saw a beautiful butterfly flitting about. She tried to catch it but couldn't. She became frustrated and sad that she couldn't catch it, and it flew away. The next day, Maya met Mrs. Butterfly on her way to school. Mrs. Butterfly was crying, and Maya asked her what was wrong. "I lost my baby butterfly," said Mrs. Butterfly. "I was so busy flying around that I didn't realize that my baby wasn't following me. Now I can't find her." Maya felt sad for Mrs. Butterfly and decided to help her find her baby butterfly. She knew that Mrs. Butterfly was a fast flier and that it would be challenging to keep up with her, so Maya remembered what Mr. Rabbit had taught her about patience and took her time. She followed Mrs. Butterfly slowly, and after a while, they found the baby butterfly stuck in a spider's web. Maya carefully removed the baby butterfly from the spider's web and gave her back to Mrs. Butterfly. Mrs. Butterfly was overjoyed and thanked Maya for her help. Maya realized that if she had rushed, she would have missed the baby butterfly and wouldn't have been able to help Mrs. Butterfly. On the way home from school that day, Maya saw Mr. Rabbit rushing again. He was so happy to be going home to Mrs. Rabbit that he wasn't paying attention and tripped over a stone. Maya helped Mr. Rabbit up and reminded him about what he had taught her about patience. Mr. Rabbit realized that he had been rushing too much lately and that he needed to slow down and be more patient. Maya then told Mr. Rabbit about her experience with Mrs. Butterfly and how she had to be patient to help her. Mr. Rabbit smiled and thanked Maya for reminding him about patience and how it was essential to be safe and happy. From that day on, Maya tried to be more patient, and whenever she found herself rushing, she would remember to be more patient. She knew that being patient would help her avoid mistakes and stay safe, just like it had helped her help Mrs. Butterfly and Mr. Rabbit. Maya never forgot the life lesson about patience, and she knew that being patient was the key to a happy and healthy life.
By Sergio VanNess4 years ago in Fiction
Midnight Whispers
I was born four years ago in a pet shop on Sweden's west coast. I don't remember much of my first months, yet I am grateful a kind man chose me to surprise his wife for her birthday. I was six weeks old, female and she was fifty-six. Apparently, she had been through a rough year with her physical health and I was meant to brighten her daily life. She was determined to bond with me, in that dogged human way when they repeat words and expect bountiful results such as sitting up on command, giving out treats for ridiculous behaviours and exhausting themselves loopy with ideas to communicate. I had everything, agility training, paper towel tubes, toys, freedom to be in her and her husband's bed to watch television and okay, I enjoyed being spoiled to some extent. She named me Bella; I am part Dwarf and part Lion-Haired and without seeming vain, I admit I live up to my name.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)4 years ago in Fiction
Remy the kind hearted and brave talking rabbit
Once upon a time, in a dense forest lived a group of animals. Among them was a rabbit named Remy who was different from the others. Remy was able to talk. He had been born with the unique ability to speak, unlike any other animal in the forest.
By Prasanjit Bhattacharya4 years ago in Fiction
That Summer
Short Story 2 Chapter 1 The sun blinds me as my dad drives down the highway. I always looked forward to our summer vacation at our beach house. It was a good release for me since my jerk boyfriend broke up with me. The reason was I wasn’t as cute as the new girl he decided to date. A real class act, I know. My brother was busy playing video games on his portable console. He wasn’t much younger than me, but he hasn’t had a girlfriend yet. I guess there was no rush. I should realize how relationships can go south in a second. “Are you excited for the beach?” My mother chirped. “Yeah.” I tried to sound neutral as I could.The excitement could not be contained even with my best efforts. I couldn’t help but smile. I was really looking forward to this. If my mom didn’t have too many preplanned activities that is. I really just enjoyed staying on the beach and visiting the nearby town. All while scoping out the cute boys. I didn’t have a boyfriend anymore so why not find someone down here. Long distance probably wouldn’t work to be honest. Scratch the idea. I pictured a line going straight through the word boys. I scrunched up my face at the thought of my ex that flashed through my mind. “You okay?” My brother said. He actually sounded concerned. “Yeah. I am.” I replied as quick as I could. “Good, you don’t want your face stuck like that.” He said in his iconic mocking tone. I stick my tongue out at him. His favorite thing was to annoy me. I swear it, it had to be. “Don’t fight you two.” My mom chimed in. I sighed and turned to look out the car window. The sun was beginning to set on the horizon. It was beautiful. I wish we had gotten here earlier so I could enjoy more of the day. At least we were going to stay a whole month. With college coming up next semester my family wanted to spend as much time together as possible. I applied to plenty of different colleges and I got into every single one. I was pretty proud of myself for that. We were finally nearing the beachside town. Pulling up into the driveway I was intoxicated with the smell of ocean air. “Alright everyone we’re here.” My dad announced like we haven’t been here a million times. Well maybe not that many, but still. I pulled my hair out of the ponytail I had set it in and let it hang down my back. The auburn color of it glistening in the sun. I was sometimes made fun of being a red head when I was younger, but it didn’t bother me anymore. My dad was already unloading things out of the back. He set my pink suitcase on the ground. Then my brother got out his banged up one with scuff marks on it. I always wondered why he didn’t get a new one. He always just shrugged it off when I mentioned it. It didn’t matter anyways. His choice. “Where are my keys, honey?” My mom answered dad with a look in the usual “look in your pockets.” He started to pat down his jacket and pants. My dad was one of those people who had to have lots of pockets. It didn’t help that he lost stuff constantly. “I got em.” The keys jangled in my little brothers hand. “They were on the pavement. You should watch where you put things.” My little brother jokingly said. It wouldn’t have been annoying if he didn’t have a smug smirk plastered on his face. My dad gave him the side eye and in turn I also rolled my eyes. He could be annoying sometimes. Actually it was most of the time. My dad turned the lock to the door and we stepped in. Once the light was turned on the familiarity of the place warmed up my heart. Mom loved decorating the place in cliche beach memorabilia. The anchors, starfish, and of course the beach themed decorative pillows. The couch was also a ocean blue. My dad always hated the idea of theming things. But, he was fine with it since my mother loved it. Every birthday party since we were little had to be themed. I can still remember my princess themed party with Cinderella. She was my favorite princess at the time and everything was blue. The cupcakes, the napkins. She even got a cake featuring Cinderella’s face. I don’t even want to get started on how I had to convince her not to theme my sixteenth birthday celebration. “I’m going to my room.” He said while taking his old looking suitcase with him. At least he didn’t forget to take his games. Last year he forgot them and it was a fiasco in itself. My little brother and his games. They are inseparable. “Alright. Tomorrow I have some family activities for us.” We both groaned simultaneously. It was one thing we had in common. Avoiding my mom’s activities was on our top of things to do list. My mom just liked doing things that weren’t exactly the most fun for teenagers. Well, I did like miniature golf. I would never tell my brother that though, or my mom. “Guys, it’ll be fun. We can go miniature golfing. I know your sister loves it.” I don’t know how my mother picked up on that. She might’ve just been saying that to get us excited anyways. “I’m going to go to my room and unpack.” I said without agreeing to her previous statements. I rolled my cute suitcase to my room. It was just as I remembered it. A little outdated with my tastes, but still nice. The curtains were vertically stripped with pastel pink and white. The bed sheets and comforter had an array of colorful flowers on the front. The part where it got outdated were my princess figurines. I always left them here. It may sound sorta cheesy, but it felt welcoming. Okay maybe it wasn’t cheesy but just weird. I started to unpack the my clothes. The pink dress with the red strawberries on it was my favorite. I couldn’t wait to wear it. My red heeled pumps were in there too. I’m glad I didn’t forget them. They made the outfit look even more fun. I always described my style as flirty and joyful. Cause my outfits always seemed to bring a smile to others faces. I don’t know why I packed this, but I had my lollipop cardigan in here. It was light so I could wear it after dark maybe. I put my jeans in the dresser and hung up the rest of my outfits. “Perfect.” I said to myself proudly. I wasn’t the most organized person, but I tried. I laid down on the bed. I must’ve fell asleep for a bit because I was awoke by my mother telling me they got dinner. It was Cajun crabs from the local seafood restaurant. They were my favorite thing to eat around here. My mouth was already starting to water. My brother came whizzing by me. He couldn’t resist to tease me. “Be careful not to drip the drool all over the floor.” I responded with a death glare. I guess he didn’t know how to be nice. My mom set a huge crab leg on my plate. At that I decided it was time to start cracking. With a little bit of effort I got to taste the sweet crabmeat in my mouth. I kept dipping it generously in butter. This was heaven. I couldn’t wait to walk down to the beach tomorrow. I probably would have a hard time sleeping tonight with all this excitement building up in me. I finished up the food and got ready for bed.
By Hazel Beck4 years ago in Fiction
