Young Adult

Love at the first coffee stain
don't know how it happened but it seems like it only takes a second for you to fall in love with a person irretrievably even if you don't realize it from the beginning. That's how it starts you, him, her and ... a coffee stain! everything is possible.
By Ianis😜4 years ago in Fiction
Compromise revenge
I am in my last year at the most prestigious high school in the city. My mother is friends with the director here and that's how I managed to get in. To be a normal and important teenager. Because I have a lot of friends here. And people really seem to like me. Especially Frederica. She's been my best friend for three years. And that's because she's my cousin. She's Corinne's niece, and I was lucky enough to have her around. Have someone my age by my side. But we have different courses and we don't spend much time together. But at home ... at home we are inseparable. Today there is more noise than usual in the corridor. That can only mean two things. Either the high school will have another inspection, or ... we have a new colleague. I never understood where this enthusiasm for new students came from.
By Ianis😜4 years ago in Fiction
What's so Wrong with me?
He knew. The moment the other man stepped into the room – the man his ‘friend’ never spoke to him about and always tried to avoid addressing directly. The man with large broad shoulders, covered in muscle which was hardly covered by the suit that was far too tight for him. He knew he liked him. Or more realistically, had liked him.
By Jane Wheeler4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Lore
There weren't always dragons in the Valley, but I have always been fascinated by dragons and hope one day to see a real live, fire breather with wings, the size of its body equal to that of four horses. Oh but to dream.
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Fiction
The Perfect Wrong Day
I had thought that everything would be perfect, but I’ve never been any more wrong in life. What was supposed to be one of the best days of my life, just became the worst.
By Logan Steele4 years ago in Fiction
I Wish She Was Still Here
“She’s Dead”. That’s all I can remember from that day. The fateful day my childhood best friend had killed herself. I can remember the date April 23, 1994, but I can’t remember what happened after the phone call. I’m not sure who called my mother, but she had been notified. And she had flown in from our home in Alabama to Vassar. I can’t remember her picking me up or even the plane ride that took us back home that night. Yet here I am. Back in my childhood bedroom just a few weeks shy of spring break. I need to let my professor know that I’m gone but even that thought takes up too much energy. It’s fine I thought lying back down I’ll deal with it later.
By Bria Fairchild4 years ago in Fiction
Death's Clock
Content Warnings: Graphic mentions of suicide. Displays or mentions of depression, anxiety, panic, and PTSD. Discussions of death. Not to be used as a guide for relationships in real life.
By Gabriela V. Rivera4 years ago in Fiction
Return to Duskwood: Part One
You stand near the entrance of the Aurora Bar, waiting for the arrival of your friends. It’s been several months since the group managed to free Hannah and save Richy, from the man without a face. You shiver and run your hands over your arms to stay warm. Jake had been missing for the duration of the time between now, and then, so you were shocked when he asked you all to meet with him. You’d worn your best outfit, something you kept locked away for special trips out with friends, and rarely worn. An off-the-shoulder, bodycon dress, that gripped tightly to your every curve, in a dark midnight blue, with a flowing offset sleeve on one side. The hem of the skirt clung several inches above each knee, sliding around on your thighs. Your heels pushed your height to new levels, and your hair fell over your shoulders. You’d been preparing for this day for the past six months.
By Gorejess Stone4 years ago in Fiction
Duskwood: My AI Part Two
He doesn’t notice me approaching, so I clear my throat to alert him. His head snaps up as he slides his phone into his pocket. Just as he does, my phone chimes. I decide not to check it, which might have been a mistake. I’d have caught on to what was happening much quicker if I had. Maybe? I might have overlooked the signs even as they stared me in the face. Literally.
By Gorejess Stone4 years ago in Fiction
When Jisoo met her crush
It was a normal day for Jihoon, as normal as anything could be, he woke up at seven in the morning and had to leave home by eleven in order to make it on time to school. He didn’t have much of anything to do in the house besides cleaning things and cooking food; which was all he ever did. So while his parents were out he was stuck doing his own thing, he took care of the dog that was in their yard until eight, so he wasn’t too tired when he went inside and started making dinner. That all changed though when he heard footsteps approaching outside their house. When the door swung open he couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing, there stood Jinyoung in his kitchen, a bright smile on his face. “Hey, I made breakfast! Hope you like eggs.” The man said before handing him a plate with two pieces of toast on it. Jihoon blinked slowly, then looked back at him again, still not believing what he was seeing. He was about to ask who this guy was but before he could he felt a small tug at the hem of his shirt. “You must be Jihoon. It’s nice to meet you.” Jisoo smiled brightly, reaching his hand out to shake. Jihoon stared at her hand for a few moments, taking a moment to process everything that was going on, then he reached out and shook her hand. “Ya, why are your hands so dirty? Why are you wearing the same clothes every day? And why are you standing in my doorway? Did you break into our house?” Jihoon asked as he walked over to the sink and washed his hands. “No, no, I came here yesterday. My mom told me where to go. I promise I didn’t break in. I was just running errands and I forgot my phone because it ran out of battery. You see my dad is in the hospital and we can’t get the number of his room number or even where exactly the hospital is, so my mom sent me here to ask your mom for help. I’m sorry if I worried you. I hope you don’t mind, I also made some breakfast. I hope you like eggs and toast, I thought you might need something to eat after that run. Sorry if the meal is a little messy but I only managed to cook it because the kitchen was already clean and well stocked.” Jisoo said sheepishly as she sat down on the couch beside Jihoon. Jihoon shrugged, looking down at his plate. “I guess you’re right about the mess, I am pretty hungry but I wouldn’t be surprised if I find some eggshells or other gross bits on my plate when I look. It seems to happen a lot with me.” He muttered under his breath, not sure why Jisoo was sitting so close to him. “Uh, where should I put these, I’ll take them to the table first.” Jihoon asked as he pointed at the plates, his voice slightly raising. “Oh, you can put it on the side, I don’t want it sitting there.” Jisoo laughed. She then proceeded to grab one more plate from the cupboard and handed it to him. Jihoon nodded and took both plates and placed them carefully on the counter. “So, where are your parents right now? Do they live together?” He asked after he sat down at the other end of the couch. Jisoo frowned as she looked away from him, her fingers playing with each other. “They aren’t really living together anymore, they kind of split up a few months ago. They live in the same apartment building, I think that’s how they met…” Her voice trailed off as she finished talking. Jihoon looked at her curiously, wondering what exactly she meant by that last part of her sentence. His curiosity quickly got the better of him though, he wanted to know why she said that. “Are they okay?” He whispered, hoping not to startle her. She let out a loud laugh and shook her head. “They’re perfectly fine, I would say. Mom and Dad are just a little bit different.” She smiled as she answered him. “Well, if they’re alright then that’s good enough for me, I think they seem pretty cool.” Jihoon replied happily. Then he noticed her looking at him with wide eyes and immediately regretted speaking. “Ah, nevermind, I shouldn’t have said that.” When she saw his face, she broke out into a huge grin, her eyes shining. “Thank you, Jihoon hyung.” She said softly, almost inaudibly, causing Jihoon to blush a little. Jisoo’s sudden change in expression confused him, but Jihoon pushed that thought aside for later as he looked at her once more. “Why do you call me hyung?” .... She said without thinking, "I've always had a crush on you".
By Fiction 'Ai' Writer4 years ago in Fiction
The Colorful Flag With A White Knight
Sun started to glimmer through the branches in the forest revealing a small humble cottage where a gypsy peacefully slept. Underneath the covers Nekaltumo Baltas’ innocence was protected with bedtime attire that reflected her lifestyle.
By Marc OBrien4 years ago in Fiction
The Crucible (Part 7)
It did not take long before Squirrelhead spilled everything we needed to know to pull off our rescue of Raif and Rylee. They, as we thought, were being kept in the pit in the middle of camp. The new, important information we gathered was that there were only fifteen people in camp currently, because there was a group of five out looking for a teenager who had come into camp and made off with some supplies. He also told us the location of two hidden guard posts and that they were wary of the cheetah leading them away from camp as a distraction like he did before. We would have to rethink that approach this time.
By Don Money4 years ago in Fiction