Young Adult
The G.A.M.E - Prologue
Location: Drecaster City, Endo October 22, 9:32pm It was a cool, crisp autumn night as a lone man hurried down a dimly lit driveway. The man was in his late forties, the crown of his head starting to bald due to a mixture of bad genes and old age. He wore a cheap, ill-fitting suit that did little to conceal his beer gut, the light scuff of the man’s faded black dress shoes was all that one could hear in the otherwise dark and quiet length of driveway.
By Anna Miller4 years ago in Fiction
BODARTH'S GREAT ADVENTURE
Gold coins littered the forest floor. That’s what first caught his attention, the glimmering reflection of ship-laden treasure spilled out on the rough embankment for all to see. Bodarth wasn’t alone. He had spent most of his years as a young dragon staying close to the tree line and out of sight but today this was nearly impossible.
By K.H. Obergfoll4 years ago in Fiction
The Witch Hunter's Descendants
“Help me! Please help me! ” Bridgit screamed in the dark forest, out of breath. Tears started to flow from her eyes as she looked at the emptiness that surrounded her. Kneeling, she wiped the dirt from her feet with her long white gown. Apart from her own cries, the only sounds she heard were the crows flying above the multicolored sky. She continued to cry as she kneeled in the middle of the forest. She became startled as she heard footsteps, and someone tapped her shoulder.
By Liss Suarez4 years ago in Fiction
how You make me Feel...
So it always starts like this right? You looked at me, and I back at you, and all of a sudden there was a connection, or maybe there wasn't, maybe I was just kidding myself from the beginning and there was a fly in your face and you looked my way. Or maybe the sun that was shining in from the window was so blinding that you had to turn your head and just happened to face my way.
By Calamity and Calm4 years ago in Fiction
Little Egg
It was a crisp autumn morning when Mayar first set out at dawn. Careful to tiptoe past her sleeping family, she moved to extricate herself from the cave. Today was the day she would reach the peak of Mount Diamor. She had been pleading with her mom for months to let her try to summit the grey monster that shadowed them just west of the valley. Too small, her mother had told her; too young, her father echoed. Mayar, known to her family as May, knew these things to be true, but she also knew that she had the will to succeed, the gut determination to never give up. She would show them that she was brave and powerful and worthy of the humans’ awe but most importantly fear.
By Rachael MacDonald4 years ago in Fiction








