Young Adult

Fairyland Problems
She got the glasses and forced them onto my face so hard that they broke in half. “Great job, A+ parenting. Now I’m grounded, but thank the gods I can’t see you”
By Sunshiny 4 years ago in Fiction
Ghosts
It was a cold day in England and the seagulls soared with an endless cry over the ocean in the distance. The bench creaked lightly underneath his small feet and Arthur stood up before taking a small jump onto the ground. His homework sat on the old wooded desk across from his bed. Arthur sighed and picked up the papers. Third grade math. He rolled his eyes and picked up a pencil. Sitting down in the creaky chair, he began to work over the problems, step by step. The pencil glided over the paper and quickly covered the page in numbers. He scrawled his name on the top of the paper: Arthur Poe. This was all too trivial for him anyway. Arthur had always been very advanced, possibly enough to have skipped a grade, but he was very quiet. Teachers never took notice of him, and therefore, he never moved up.
By Ella K4 years ago in Fiction
Awakening the Light
Prologue Lyum Rosecrown, Ruling Queen of the Northern Isles, looks out from her balcony while rubbing her very pregnant belly. This was her second child, and her nerves fluttered with the breeze that gently shifted the curtains behind her. She waited for a sign, wondering if her child would be the one foretold, her firstborn daughter.
By Michelle Weir4 years ago in Fiction
Just Promise me
“Well? what are you still doing here?” Daphne had asked herself that question a million times within the space of their silence. She’d just come into the Grand Empress Chikara’s office to deliver the awful news and go back to the military room to see what else could be done. However, when Daphne had stormed in, face and voice filled with panic and fear, her feelings were immediately sedated by the look on the Empress’s face as she leaned on her desk.
By O.k Keeks4 years ago in Fiction
A Prologue for "Lord of the Flies"
Ben rolled onto his side and glanced at the alarm clock, it’s obnoxious ring echoing in his brain. He hesitated a moment, his eyes adjusting to the dimness around him. Already seven o’ clock.
By Maddy Newt4 years ago in Fiction
Good WoMan
Delroy, my baby daddy, towers over me, silently daring me to move. Chelsea, our two-year-old daughter, is wrestling the rail of her crib and screaming her lungs out. Her chubby arms stretch towards me, curled up on the gritty concrete floor, “ma ma”. Even without the tears she still would have said it was broken as though she had to pause to catch her breath. I want to get her. Protect her. But I can’t.
By Terrecia McPherson4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter One
**QUICK NOTE: This story is the opening to a story I've been working on for a while. Still a work in progress but I'm satisfied enough with the beginning to make it available to people. Feedback would be appreciated. I do hope to publish the whole book someday and any suggestions to improve this would greatly help to get ready for that.**
By Jordan Parry4 years ago in Fiction
Nerd Squad
There weren’t always dragons in The Valley, I guess you have us to thank for that. She rolled the beast’s head over with a shove of her platform boot, forked tongue spilling from its gaping maw. She spat and it sizzled to steam as it rolled down the fiend’s scaly snout.
By Micah Kinard4 years ago in Fiction
Once a Friend, Now an Enemy
A long time ago in a castle, there was a boy named Conner. Conner was a commoner living inside the castle walls. He was able to live there because inside the castle, there is a range of houses, shops, and fields for commoners to roam and play. Conner was a higher class commoner with a little more money than normal commoners. Conner had commoner friends that he liked to spend time with and talk to. Every day he and his two other friends would go out to an empty field and play games and even invent new games to play when they got bored. Conner was 14 and all of his friends are also his age. His friends' names were Cole and Sasha.
By Lil Ninja4 years ago in Fiction
EVAN
I reluctantly left late that night. With a twin sized bed and 3 roommates in a 2 bedroom apartment, it wouldn’t have felt comfortable to stay, though I longed to wake up next to him again the way we had over the summer.
By Brittani Luker4 years ago in Fiction
EVAN
The first time I came out to his college to visit was after I had worked third shift at my waitressing job. I left work, stopped briefly at my apartment, and drove the three hours to him. Having not slept, I made frequent stops along the highway at truckstops for energy drinks in 10 minute power naps.
By Brittani Luker4 years ago in Fiction
The Air Bubble - Part I of II.
Silently in a moment of brief solitude with her bedroom light turned off, her bedroom door recently slammed shut, the teen was slumped across the large bay window, knees held tightly together up against her face, with both her thin, pasty-colored arms tightly wrapped around her legs, her hands interwoven so tightly that they were even whiter than her skin showed usually.
By Jonathan Townend4 years ago in Fiction