Young Adult
Magic grain
It was the end of an uncharacteristically hot summer, about twenty years after the great revolt had taken place. Alkali was sitting on the shore, braiding her own hair. She was trying a new type of braid. It was one Zuzu had taught her, and she thought it looked cute so far.
By Kali Hodges3 years ago in Fiction
Hording
We're biking on the side of the old railway. Josiah found an actual bike frame with hardly any rust on it. The Green Horde had wheels and gave us the pair for a trade of 6 cases of paper. They just had some successful births for the spring so they probably needed it for documents. They are one of the hordes that still believe in keeping track of that type of thing. I'm just happy to be able to go farther in a day for gathering and day trades. But most important to my soul. We get to ride with the moon again. Yea it looks fake cause there is still so much pollutant left after The Spill happened.
By Ashley Alexander3 years ago in Fiction
Secret in the Ruins
The Elders passed on stories for thousands of years, about a time when the land flourished with magnificent beauty. A Utopia, if you will. Before the dark ages, the land thrived with lush green and purple vegetation. The flowers lit up the night with their bioluminescence quality. The crystal-clear blue waters flowed with abundance. One drop could cleanse and refresh the entire body. Animals were extremely diverse. There were walkers, swimmers, jumpers, hoppers, crawlers, slithers and even flyers. Throughout the universe, highly evolved multi-dimensional beings, came to the planet to exchange knowledge. These beings agreed to the name Patagonia, the heart of the universe. Every plant, animal and being shared a connection and magical abilities. Everything lived by a light code, which can be found within the heart. This code was the key to perfect harmony for all life on Patagonia.
By Kira Cates3 years ago in Fiction
The Shift
16 years ago With breath ridged, and heart pounding she races through the woods, clutching the golden heart locket to her chest. She jumps a log, ducks under a low hanging pine branch, and sneaks a peek behind herself to see if she is being followed. When she see's nothing she ducks behind a choke cherry bush. It's sharp thorn's gash her clothes and gouge her dark skin. As she looks over the bush, she spots the beams of flashlights bobbing up and down the path. Her hands search the ground for a stone, her hand grasps a small flat one.
By Alexander Washington3 years ago in Fiction
The Silent
I don’t remember the silencing. The day when sound was stripped from our world. I am told, however, that it began with an echo. It didn’t hurt at first. No, at first it was so quiet that those who heard it wondered if they were hearing anything at all. That was until the echo changed to a ringing so loud it felt like your head would split open.
By Courtney Mayo3 years ago in Fiction
Without A Day's End
When Josie awoke, a peculiar feeling stirred her through and through. The night was pitched in darkness and the silence was deafening. Not the stridulating of the smallest insect did she hear. On the farm, she would often awaken during the night to the sound of the crickets chirping their monotonous anthem. It was an unsettling feeling that arose from the sheer quietude, so much so that she compelled herself to strip back the bedsheets and inspect the house. The house was engulfed in the same blackness, but this did not disturb Josie. It was 12:30 in the morning and it would be stranger if the lights were on than off. She minced through the house on tiptoes and out the front door, onto the porch. The air was motionless and the starlight scarcely exposed the outlines of the trees. The street lights were off and the buzzing of the telephone lines was faint. Back inside, Josie poured a glass of water and climbed the stairs. She crawled back into bed and drifted off to sleep.
By Jonah Blue Krell3 years ago in Fiction
3, 2, 1.
Shiloh ran the emerald grass between her neatly painted fingers and toes, marveling at how soft it felt and how, until this moment, she had never noticed it was just so comfortable on the skin. It had never crossed her mind to simply lay in a patch of freshly cut grass before. She took in a deep breath inhaling the scent of nearby dandelions and honeysuckle. When was the last time she got to just relax like this?
By MYKAH CHRISTINE WILLIAMS3 years ago in Fiction