Young Adult
The Locket
From outside the treehouse you could hear them weeping. For something built by a couple of nine year olds, the rickety old thing had held up as well as could be expected. The same could be said about the bond between the builders, Talulah and Yamil, who over the years had shared drinks and stories here countless times. Their secret place was one of the last few around, there really were not many surprises in the growing city of Limbo. Over the last decade there were fewer and fewer strange little paths in the woods, abandoned houses to be explored and trees to be climbed. As Talulah has said many times over, the only thing that made one neighbourhood look different from another were the names of streets. It was a dull place.
By Chris Caulfield3 years ago in Fiction
It’s Go Time, Daisy
“How am I supposed to cry myself to sleep if you’re going to sit there judging me?” I shuffled in my sleeping bag and gave Marnie a stern, unappreciative look. Her judgmental eyes stared back at me. They weren’t really eyes, they were x’s I drew on her fabric head when the second of her sewn-on eyes had fallen off.
By Maggie Turner3 years ago in Fiction
The Dispersion
It was simple, silver, and very worn, but it was something that was just mine. These last three years it has been hard to find something to bring me joy, but the small, tarnished, heart-shaped locket tucked down in my pocket does just that. The clasp was broken nearly a year ago during the last Bonding, but feeling the weight of it in my pocket brings me hope, and that is something that is not easy to come by these days.
By Sara Underhill3 years ago in Fiction
Black Summer
Partly the original bits-and-pieces draft that ultimately became the my Superhero Trilogy "Two Sides of the Same Coin", this short story was beaten into something coherent for a charity fundraiser in the wake of the Black Summer Australian bushfires in 2019-2020. A heavily edited version found it’s way into “The Darkness Before the Dawn”, but since it ultimately stood on it’s own, I decided to publish the original version here.
By Natasja Rose3 years ago in Fiction
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