Young Adult
Sing
Chapter One Marcher was a year older than me when we met. I was 11. He had kind, tired, hazel eyes, short bone-white hair, pale skin, small teeth, and an almost permanent crooked smile. He was taller than me, and he pointed it out nearly constantly, but it always made me laugh. We lived together in the Mansion; a large blue house with two floors and a large garden behind it, nestled in a corner of the Forest close to the Beach. The Forest covers a moderate portion of the highest outer part of the Mindscape, and spreads from the Mansion halfway to Neon City. As for the Mansion itself, think of the house from Casper, only blue and hardwood with a lot more windows. There was so much light in that house when the sun was shining, and we would all go out and enjoy ourselves whenever we had the chance. Marcher and I would blow bubbles, or play tag, and sometimes we would just walk and not say a word to each other. Most of the time, though, we stayed inside the Mansion. After a while, though, the grey skies didn’t go away, and we all stayed inside.
By Mercury Z. Fugere4 years ago in Fiction
Shattering of Peace
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say, but it seemed like all I could hear were the piercing shrieks of terror and agony rising out of the chaos below the palace. The acrid stench of burning flesh and combusted armaments filled the air, and the ground seemed to shake with each mighty impact. With their homes ablaze, people were running, scrambling to escape the death that surrounded them. Mothers and children were desperately making their way towards the palace as their sons, husbands, and fathers were heading towards the barracks that were stationed along the outer gates of the city. In the distance, trails of dust rose as those who were working in the fields sped towards sanctuary. The imperial fleet emerged from the darkness of the cosmic clouds, inching closer with each passing second. The time had finally come. We were under attack.
By Kurt Mason4 years ago in Fiction
The Draft
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say." A blonde-haired man with a strong Texas accent stood atop a weapons trunk as a group of selects gathered around. The man held a British IPA in one hand and a plasma pistol in the other. General Ulysses Stanton was immature but still an experienced captain and well respected by his superior ranking officers.
By K.L. Greeves4 years ago in Fiction
Who am I?
The query of who am I seems to be the only question you can actually solution. Yet, when I took the time to try to parent out Who am I, I discovered this question is the one that requires important wondering. In wellknown, the answer to this question is that I am a normal individual who loves spending quality time with the humans I respect. In addition, I dedicate myself to completing my duties, and I actually have a dream of becoming a awesome character. However, there are such a lot of other things that make me someone. I constantly try to use each opportunity to have greater unfastened time for my pursuits.
By Abhinav Pandey4 years ago in Fiction
Javier's Shuttle
Putting all his strength into it, Javier pedaled faster as the cold November wind blew in his face. Plastic cards clipped to the spokes made a constant rat-a-tat-tat. Around the corner was his destination. Braking to a stop, Javier hopped off his ratty old bike - a single speed, once red and black now faded to a mottled pinkish and grey, that had once belonged to his cousin Mark – and leaned it against the wall. Placing hands against the plate-glass he pressed his nose to the cold surface and drank in the sight. In the window, illuminated, shining like a beacon to safe haven in the soft glow of the strung lantern above …, the fancy lettered sign saying “MOST OF THE BEST, SOME OF THE REST” there it was. Shining silver with blue retractable wings; three actual rubber wheels on metal legs that folded up into compartments; red cylinder at the front with the yellow and orange ASTROMAN logo; tail fin rising majestically from the back complete with movable flaps and Jupiter Force Team insignia; three conical ports jutted out the back. A battery powered engine blew warm air out the ports so it would roll on a smooth surface. An Astroman Supersonic Space Shuttle. So close, so awesome, so … Cool! If only he had the money. If only Dad hadn’t got laid off last year. If only… Sighing, the warmth of Javier’s breath misted the cold glass. Absently a finger doodled in the damp cloudiness thus created.
By Andrew C McDonald4 years ago in Fiction
The Runaway Train
The Runaway Train 1.The Little Moments: Disconnected. That’s how she felt. She awoke to the clatter of the train rushing over the tracks beneath her head, as if it was trying to escape her. Her soul felt heavy and her head fuzzy. She had no idea how long she’d been here or where “here” even was.
By Charlotte Eden 4 years ago in Fiction
The Inevitability of Chaos
Chapter 1 After hours of pondering my current situation, I have come to the conclusion that death is fast approaching. There is no other way to see it. Here I am, sitting on a train, in a first class carriage, with a very angry looking man across from me, holding a spear to my throat. The spear one gentle caress away from ripping open my soul and laughing as my life spills down from my body. Leaving it lifeless and empty.
By Georgia McClelland4 years ago in Fiction
Synergenes
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.” Professor Thompson told the classroom of students, “As you all know, since the vacuum of space has no type of air, and sound is just vibrations traveling through the air, communications, much less anything as dramatic as screams, are impossible without the technology we have today. We need infrared lasers, which surpass the outdated radio waves we used to use back in the twenty-first century. Even with this technology, we have had very little communication with aliens and no real means of exchanging any type of information. Hopefully, the new research being done at Synergene Labs will assist us in soon meeting other lifeforms from outer space around us. And, hopefully, there is no screaming in the process.”
By Murry Haithcock4 years ago in Fiction
Running Out Of Ronel
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By Laura Pruett4 years ago in Fiction
