Young Adult
Dreamer - Chapter 51
"Where are you even going!?" I found myself yelling out as Ace stormed forward. I could already feel myself running out of breath but if I stopped now, I'd lose him. I shouldn't be caring this much. He's discharged from the hospital. He clearly doesn't need my help. "Ace!" I called out once more before sitting down on a random rock that was plopped down at the end of some person's driveway. All this effort and he doesn't give a shit. What was I doing? The old me would've just let him leave the car and drove off. Fuck him. Fuck his attitude.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
The Little Adventure
The directions Methuselah gave me could no longer be utilized. My mindless meandering the day prior had rendered the instructions useless. Vanessa and I were too far lost now, and in my dismay, I forged blindly through the forest with my little sister.
By Zeline Farney4 years ago in Fiction
Becoming a Marine Biologist
Artificial light glimmers on scales as fish dart in the large aquarium tanks all around me. I wave to the few coworkers still here as they get ready to leave. Bags are packed, areas cleaned up as they head to the door mostly en masse. Heading through doors with a sign that reads employees only, I dress in with a wetsuit and grab my cart with supplies. Double checking that all the tests I would need to run are there, I push my cart back through the doors I'd entered. The keyring jangles as I pick them up to lock up the entrance to the aquarium. I grab a cup and climb up the back of one of the tanks to grab some water. Each cup on my cart is labeled for each tank, so I know what water I'm testing for later. I make my circuit, winding through each exhibit. I smile to myself as I watch the different interactions each species has. Some are loners, but my favorites are the schooling fish. The way the light shimmers and shines as a group flits about their home has always enchanted me. Guess that's why I enjoy working in an aquarium.
By Michelle Weir4 years ago in Fiction
Trapped Inside
This trip was just a distraction. I'm aware of that. My parents would have never taken me to this place if they didn't feel like I had to just get out of the house at that very second. The day was hectic. Hell. Life's been hectic. Mom found out. Next was dad. I knew dad would find out eventually, even if mom tried her very hardest to keep it from him. Dad always finds out.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
Drowning my Sorrows
I couldn’t believe she was gone. After all I’d done for her, all the money and love I’d given her, all the indiscretions I’d forgiven because of her ‘compulsive personality disorder,’ she left me to go live in a homeless shelter so she could drink and do drugs with her new homeless boyfriend.
By Alex H Mittelman 4 years ago in Fiction
The Box
I slide my key into the lock of my front door. It's been a long day at work. Another unsolved murder in this big city, another column for me to write. I lock the door behind me and head to the kitchen. I pull my notes from my bag, setting them out before I grab a tv dinner to heat up in the microwave. A strange droning noise interrupts me. I stand still and listen. It's right outside my door. I tiptoe back and peek through my peephole as the sound fades away. No one is there so I open the door, picking up the cardboard box that had been left behind. Surprisingly light despite its size, I carry it to my table. I know I didn't order anything and I stayed late at work tonight. I open the box to find a strange photograph of a brunette woman walking down a street. I don't recognize her. It's when I flip over the photo that I grab my phone and dial my contact at the police department.
By Michelle Weir4 years ago in Fiction
Off the Path
The dirt mingled with the dust, puffing into the air as the door swung open. “What is this place?” Mac asked, glancing through a hole in the ceiling. Beyond was a blue sky and skeletal tree branches. The floor just under it was soft and littered with leaves. If the room had been a little brighter she suspected she would have been able to see the mold she was sure was growing there.
By Katrina Thornley4 years ago in Fiction
Amara.
Gwendolyn walked down the scanty sidewalk, a depleting cup of warm coffee in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other. It was like any other evening- the air was cool and the breeze scattered dead leaves onto the street. She tossed her cup into a trash bin nearby and took a long drag, watching a group of high school kids as they walked past. Their laughter rang into the air, the sound sickly sweet and it gave her a headache. There was a time she envied their innocence. Born to a mother that endured an abusive relationship until her death, Gwendolyn was stripped of her childhood from an early age. Thinking back, how she had wished to live a normal life, go to school, get a job. Now, as she watched the neighbourhood children grow into young adults, she wondered if she would have been happy either way. Life was okay for some, shitty for most. If she'd had the opportunity to make her own choices, would her life have turned out a bit different?
By Parti Pris4 years ago in Fiction
The Teller
“In twelve days, you’ll find everything you’re looking for, Ms. Harmsworth. You’ll be able to pay everything back in no time at all,” I told her. The future I saw for her was bleak, unable to pay back the loan the bank was going to give her, so they would foreclose on her house and sell off her assets. It didn’t matter to me, the bank was paying me to ignore the negative visions and use my reputation as the world’s greatest psychic to convince people to take a loan.
By Alex H Mittelman 4 years ago in Fiction
One night...
One minute I’m one of many in a crowd of people. Swaying back and forth in the calming rhythm of breath. My eyes felt heavy, apathetic to whatever my brain had slowly drowned out. A man was speaking into a microphone which helped propel his loud booming voice even further into the room. I very might fall asleep standing where I stood, tucked in from the warmth of the crowd, and the heavy murmur from the crowd followed by the booming mumbles from the speakers could quiet any racing minds.
By Rambler's Society4 years ago in Fiction
