Young Adult

I Never Asked You Out: Part 16
Caro didn't answer. Instead, she remained silent and motionless. After a while, her mom gave her shoulder a light squeeze and then pulled Caro's hand into hers. She caressed Caro's hand lovingly as she asked her daughter questions to which Caro kept giving responses, but she could barely focus on them, she was too upset and shocked.
By Gloria Michael 4 years ago in Fiction
I Never Asked You Out: Part 15
When she opened her eyes again, she looked up at him. She took a few seconds to gather herself, she still needed to process everything he just said and she had to be sure that she hadn't misunderstood any of his statements. She took several steadying breaths and opened her mouth.
By Gloria Michael 4 years ago in Fiction
I Never Asked You Out: Part 14
"Ok, so I did realize that Lexa's text was meant to be private between us. If you read it yourself, that means you probably already knew about the texts so that's why you're mad at me." He paused briefly. "If I told you that I didn't mean to, would that make you trust me again?" he inquired gently.
By Gloria Michael 4 years ago in Fiction
I Never Asked You Out: Part 13
Caro snorted sarcastically. "Miscommunication... Please... I've known you too long to believe that shit you just spewed." "Ok, well what's wrong with me then? Am I not allowed to be friends with you anymore?" Lexa protested quietly.
By Gloria Michael 4 years ago in Fiction
Natural Magic Chapter 10
Read Chapter 9 Here Listen to This Chapter Here When her fabric magic class began. Ayan was unsure of her teacher. Mr. Depping was tall and frail looking, with white curls and a slightly bent back. His Faraday shirt was off-white and ill-fitting. His orange and white tie was smudged with dirt, and his trousers were wrinkled with tattered hems. Worst of all, the coarse fabric from which his clothes were made grated in her ears. Ayan had never been wealthy, but she had bartered with the local Xurugwi temple for cotton, linen, and sometimes satin scraps that she could piece together. Surely, Mr. Depping's salary was enough that he could have bought something better than canvas to wear.
By Molly Marjorie4 years ago in Fiction
The Initiation
The crowd are warming up now, swarming around the makeshift table which Zerdin has cobbled together from a few cardboard boxes. His manner is beguiling; his one-liners sincere, his winks to the ladies surreptitious, yet his hands move with the fluidity of water, operating the table with the speed and precision that a real gentleman wouldn't (shouldn't) have.
By Liam Cairns4 years ago in Fiction
I Never Asked You Out: Part 4
The following week went by quickly. After Caro's first day back at school, there had been some strange looks thrown her way when she entered the class and walked to her desk. She had tried ignoring them but they wouldn't stop staring at her. Finally, after an excruciating hour of Maths, lunch came and went with absolutely no sign of Clark. She figured he must be busy preparing for his exams. As the bell rang signalling the end of school, she packed up her stuff and made her way to the door. Just as she was about to step out of the classroom, she felt someone grabbing her arm from behind. She spun round to find Lexa in her
By Gloria Michael 4 years ago in Fiction
I Never Asked You Out: Part 5
When Caro got home at 10 pm, she was feeling quite sad. But she couldn't help smiling as she thought about how happy and relieved she felt knowing that everything would stay between them. And that she would be able to see Clark for the next three weeks.
By Gloria Michael 4 years ago in Fiction
Finding Idlewild
Ruth walked along her street and up to her drive way, checking the mailbox on the way in. Her dad’s car was already parked in the front, and the lights from the t.v. could be seen through the window dancing across the wall inside the living room.
By Hester Bach4 years ago in Fiction
What’s Realistic Fiction?
Are you bored with the traditional novel? Do you find yourself craving something new, something different? If so, you may be interested in a new type of fiction that is becoming increasingly popular: the realistic fiction.
By Ryan Patterson4 years ago in Fiction
Between life and death
Suddenly one day you find that the person who brought you into this world is gone, gone, like water being evaporated, gone from you forever, gone.
By moladda4 years ago in Fiction
The Melody of Revolution
The favorite weapon of the revolutionaries was the bomb. These bombs, mostly hand-thrown, were similar to the later grenades or hand grenades. The Guangzhou revolutionaries used bombs to bomb Guangzhou General Fengshan and Li Zhun, the governor of the navy, and the Beijing revolutionaries bombed Liang Bi, the commander of the Praetorian Guard. This was true for assassinations, and also for revolutionary uprisings. In the Huanghuagang Uprising in 1911, the revolutionary vanguard charged with bombs in their hands, and Yu Peilun, the bomb king, had a basket of bombs hanging around his neck, throwing them as he charged, invincible. In the Xinhai Revolution, almost all revolutionary uprisings around the world could not do without bombs. So much so that the revolutionary army had a special kind of soldiers --- bomb squad, a cadre of daredevils, no other guys in their hands, only bombs.
By moladda4 years ago in Fiction