Young Adult
The Colours of Bees. Top Story - November 2024.
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Neither came as a surprise to Moira. It had been a strong moon that month, and the powerful tidal surge that had backwashed the mighty Liriope River had swept over the valley like a hungry serpent, consuming without conscience the totality of lives in its path.
By Call Me Lesabout a year ago in Fiction
The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read
It was a quiet evening when I stumbled upon the letter. The house was unusually still, the kind of silence that presses on your chest and makes you feel like something is about to change. I hadn’t been looking for secrets; I was simply searching for an old notebook in the wooden chest my mother kept locked in her room. But fate has a strange way of revealing truths when we least expect them.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Fiction
Under the Crimson Sky
The crimson sky stretched endlessly above, its fiery glow spilling across the horizon like blood on sand. For most villagers, it was just another sunset, another day slowly slipping into the night. But for Ayaan, the sight of that sky was both a curse and a reminder—a curse of the past he could never completely bury, and a reminder of the fight he could no longer run away from.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
The sun felt wrong on Ellie's skin, but wrong in a way that made her chest ache with something she couldn't name. It was harsher than Nova's gentle light, more direct, but there was something underneath that recognition that made her breath catch.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Fiction
The Cog-Boy of Aethel. AI-Generated.
Three weeks into his academic life, Cogsworth had settled into a routine that gave him something approaching contentment. His classes fascinated him—particularly Advanced Mechanica and Aetheric Theory—and he had developed a genuine friendship with Sarah Chen, who seemed to appreciate his unique perspective on their studies without pressing him about his peculiarities.
By Shane D. Spearabout a year ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
They had barely made it fifty yards from the clearing when Amnity stumbled, her canvas backpack suddenly feeling like it weighed a hundred pounds. The Glowing Imp Root pulsed inside its glass container, and with each throb, the forest around them seemed to... shift.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Fiction
Convertibles
A simple walk provided maximum clarity to Hurley Knotting. Standing at six foot six with a brown complexion, he rounded his Wilmington, Delaware neighborhood. Asked if he ever played ball, he left that up to his daughter who would be graduating next year from college. She played ball. Well. It’s what landed her a scholarship. But she wanted nothing from the league. Beatrice Paige Knotting wished to help out her dad’s business. He became overwhelmed with joy when he discovered this.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Behind the velvet curtains
“No, please come in, I insist,” said Ziv, a man in his late forties, who ran his family’s enormous castle with many rooms. He lived with his maid, who felt like his mother. Rea, a Mexican actress, visited the movie set to get to know the place she was working in. She was fascinated by the long golden walls, the spacious halls, the red velvet curtains, and the pictures hung that had people who looked ethereal. Still, one shot stopped her; it was the picture of a child who had short red wavy hair, sharp but shiny eyes, and defined lips that looked as if they were drawn. His hundredth plea broke her reverie. Rea accepted Ziv’s invitation and decided to have coffee with him. They had a friendly chat, introducing themselves to each other until…
By Sham Al ahmarabout a year ago in Fiction
Dragon Corps. Content Warning.
Chapter Three School passed by in a blur for Cory. He drifted from class to class, not really paying attention to what was going on, and thankfully none of the teachers bothered him. He was relieved when his final period came, because not only did it signal that school was almost over, but it was his favorite class. Cory walked in and headed towards the broken-down ’67 Chevy in the middle of the garage that served as their classroom until he felt a hand squeeze his shoulder and forcibly spin him around.
By Christine St. Martinabout a year ago in Fiction
