Young Adult
Hugo
Once upon a time, in the heart of a bustling zoo, there lived a grumpy hippo named Hugo. He lived right in the center of the zoo, surrounded by other animal enclosures. Hugo was notorious for his bad temper and would snap at anyone who dared to come too close to his muddy pool. His fellow animals steered clear of him whenever possible, but despite his grumpiness, Hugo was the center of attention in the zoo.
By Omar Sohail4 years ago in Fiction
Love in the Library: A Tale of Finding Love in the Most Unexpected Place
Once upon a time, in a small college town, there lived a boy named Ethan. Ethan was a shy and introverted college student who spent most of his time studying in the library or taking long walks around the campus. Despite being a brilliant student, Ethan had a hard time making friends and had always struggled with socializing.
By The Imaginarium writer4 years ago in Fiction
This Could Be Us
CONTENT WARNING: graphic mentions of domestic violence, and cheating The museum is extravagantly beautiful. My mouth gapes open at the stark white walls and marble flooring - it makes the pieces of beautiful art stand out perfectly. The high ceiling is holding modern-looking chandeliers that illuminate each corner with an impeccable glow. In the part of the building where I stand, canvases of abstract art in bursts of all colors are hung on the wall, each of them in a specific distance from one another. They’d only let people inside in batches, and my batch is luckily fewer than the usual - the small crowd makes it even more perfect to admire art in such a space.
By Kristine Via4 years ago in Fiction
With Force
Her skin color resembled Texas tea, but she was Newark, Delaware born. Her hair was short to her head and could be brushed easily. She stood at about five feet nine inches tall. Her dimpled cheeks belied the fact that she could take down any enemy with force. She was forty-seven.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Fiction
Unlikely Observer
Low-hanging branches whipped Ari’s skin, but he hardly noticed their harsh sting. His legs furiously pumped as he raced his bike down the woodland path. Tears left his sight blurry, but he knew the path like the back of his hand. A sharp turn ahead would have toppled another biker, but Ari leaned into the curve, shifted his weight effortlessly to bank the curve and kept speeding through the trees. A steep dip in the trail, a small wooden footbridge over the stream, and the final push up the embankment brought Ari safely to his sanctuary.
By Kurt Mason4 years ago in Fiction









