Young Adult
What'll Happen to the Kids?
They said it wasn’t a big deal. President Best said, in his words, “It’s no worse than the flu. Don’t worry. Don’t panic. We won’t shut down. It would be murder on the American economy.”
Jen MearnsPublished 3 years ago in FictionCompliance
Graduated High School today! I am ready to “Embrace the Change!” Haha! My mom always said stuff like “Embrace the change Livi,” when things at home or school or in society changed. Who knew I was actually listening?
Brenda MosierPublished 3 years ago in FictionSome Things Redirected
Mt. Shasta Coast, No-Cal. Abandoned bunker at base of volcano. November 2039, 10 years after the Static Annihilation when the asteroid Apophis flew by Earth
Isaac HoldenPublished 3 years ago in FictionOf Fire and Hope
It was a gray day. Mist hung low over the city. Cans, paper bags, and debris lay everywhere. Half-starved people sat at street corners, or dragged themselves along the road, their eyes staring straight ahead, as if death had overtaken them. In the graveyard of the city of Caershire, two children, a boy and a girl, stood. They were both thin and ragged like all the others. They stood next to two graves. Carved into the stone in a careless hand were two names: Miriam and Will Adelda.
charlotte meilaenderPublished 3 years ago in FictionDust.
The sun never set in Solis. It rolled back and forward across the sky, teetering atop dust clouds, its scorching glow forcing thorough tight shutters and curtains designed to keep it out. When we went outside, we shielded our retinas with thick goggles, and draped our skin in heavy cotton - we weren’t to expose ourselves, though its fierce presence was always felt. From when we were young, we heard stories of how the heat from the sun had sucked up the water, and of its immense brightness that was capable of blinding us if we looked at it. So, we lived in the shade of large sandstone buildings, roofs towering over our heads as we swarmed together like flies.
The Grail
It's not once upon a time, or long ago, this tale is happening as we read it in a mystical fairy world where humans co-exist with animals that can speak. Not very far or not very near to a triumphant life, there is a naive guy just like you and me, who is plagued with an irresistible desire for the treasure to end his sufferings. But, the glory is tucked away in the towering mountains, separated by the sweeping ocean of shallow depth that can smother your breath of life. He hasn't witnessed this town that he deems as spectacular and magnificent but heard many stories. Some of them would give him beautiful dreams that sing a lullaby, and the other gives him nightmares that shook him out of sleep, probably the little life too.
Lazywriter41Published 3 years ago in FictionBehind the Gilded Door
Behind the Gilded Door The year is 3042. The world has finally settled and begun to grow with new life after the nuclear war between Elves and Humans. Nuclear waste litters the Earth, and humans are all but extinct. The few that remain are enslaved to the Elves that rule from their glittering city and are unwilling subjects to King Niiri. My name is Fallon. I’m half human, half elf, currently being transported from my home in the hills to the Palace of Amyr, the King’s home. The Kings guard arrested me because of my human blood.
Jordan BarrettPublished 3 years ago in FictionAlexandria's Library
The magazines are my favorite, but they are also the most dangerous. They show in technicolor full page detail the abundance that used to be common.
The Dark Shroud
Her legs had always been so thin. Lorelei wasn’t sure why of all the things to think about at this moment, she would focus on something so vain. Although, she was grateful they were so spare as she hid behind the desk, her arms wrapped tightly around the thin stems that had served her well in her short life. Still, it was possible they could have been filled out just a little more with a curve of the calve and the roundness of the thigh.
L. K. ClementinePublished 3 years ago in FictionMadness
We weren’t warned what the aftermath would be like. No one would dare to assume that we have tragedies of our own. No one would think that our battles last much longer. Because we wouldn’t tell what really happened.
Autumn SolomonPublished 3 years ago in FictionRed Genesis
The elevator chimes as it hits the 49th floor, opening to the flashing lights of La Rouge. The club is vibrant with bodies of men and women in extravagant attire, their bodies swaying to the beat of techno music.
Kristin FlorigPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Great Split
Today May 10th 2025 is the day the world found out about The Great Split. I am at home, on the couch with my dog Lucy, watching the third Escape Room movie when it gets interrupted with a shrieking alarm as the screen goes blue. I jump from the sound and spill my Ramen on myself “Shit Emma! what's wrong with you?'' I yelled at myself. “Emergency broadcast announcement will begin shortly” scrolled across the screen ten times before it cut to the President of the United States on the screen. He clears his throat, looks down at his paper and begins.
Ann Maree HortonPublished 3 years ago in Fiction