Young Adult

Solitude
1) The vibrations under my fingers stroked the ambient jolts as I slept to the sound of the insomniac thunders, amplified by the arguments amongst the clouds. The two-storey cabin shivered as a hot ray of lightning hit a few trees in the forest behind the house.
By Rahil Shah5 years ago in Fiction
At Summers End
“Just do it,” Katerina thought to herself, “You already know how she feels about you. Just admit it!” The young duchess paced back and forth underneath the apple tree, trying to find the courage to waltz over to the barn and speak with the horse trainer inside. She knew that racing season was coming to an end and that her father, Lord Petrov, would soon send away half of the training staff until the following Spring. She also knew that she might risk never seeing her again if she did not reveal her true feelings before the season’s end. Could she really just let her go like that?
By Ashtyn Rae5 years ago in Fiction
The Proposal
Xander had mastered the art of looking comfortable even when she was disgusted, hurt, or angry. This was something she had to master to live the life she was living. She never liked to look too closely at it and spent much of her time assessing the secret pains of others. She had come early, as always, so that she could get two or three drinks in before her “chaperone” arrived.
By Markie Smith5 years ago in Fiction
The Crow in Tree Number Five
The Crow in Tree Number Five by Deborah J. Copeland There it stood looking like an entranceway to a private cemetery; a rusty black gate with a broken chain lock, ajar, with just enough space for me to squeeze through safely—safely? I second guess myself as I do three Hail Mary’s across my chest. Barren black trees cross over my head as I go through the gate. One…two…three…four…I count the trees per his instructions, only the trees on the right side, stumbling deeper into a murky forest. Stricken trees lead me further into the woods, and then suddenly I pause from counting. My eyes blink as thick mist rolls in like a swarm of spirits blocking my view of the trees. I grasp my tweed coat trying to keep warm as November greets me with an icy chill. I take a deep breath, rewrapping my red wool scarf around my neck, trying in vain to see beyond the fog. "When you get to the tenth tree just wait there, and I will come.” I stare at the fog, antagonistically, reflecting on his words.
By Debbie Copeland5 years ago in Fiction
Soul lost
I lost her somewhere between chucking in my third load of washing and packing the others up from the dryer. I must have rambled on and on about this, that or whatever when I realised she’d stop listening. I thought she might just be sitting quietly by the wait chairs maybe looking out on to the streets or something, I don’t know. It was after I shut the lid and pressed the ‘start’ button that I’d found her gone. I thought: hang on, I’ll just wait here and read my paperback novel – she’ll get bored and come back. I mean, where could she go? She simply cannot vanish without my permission – it doesn’t work that way.
By Jef Tan5 years ago in Fiction
The Lesson
Kola Kafferty sprinted toward the ferry terminal and cringed as a large gust of fog infused with light rain barreled toward her.
By Tiffany Gordon5 years ago in Fiction
Ascendant
Cassia held her brother's knife to the throat of the reigning king. It took her only thirty-seven minutes to breach palace security and find her way into the sleeping chamber of King Maxwell. Even with the disturbances she caused in villages trailing to the capital, the palace security didn't think to defend itself against anything but brute force.
By Natalia5 years ago in Fiction
Simon's Sadness
Simon is usually a talkative person. He likes to strike up conversations with everyone he sees. He learns something new about himself with every person he meets.
By Emily Martin 5 years ago in Fiction
The Eleventh Sanctum
Just 50 years after the discovery of the Inaculae, the world had fallen into ruin. In the beginning, they were renowned across the globe, those with the ability to peer into the strange hell dimensions plaguing the world, bringing horrid creatures along with them. They used their gift to map out the demonic realities, describe and study their beings, and learn their enemies' weaknesses. Until one learned that their sight came with the ability to bend the power of the void to their will. That one set hordes of demons upon a plane of reality not equipped to handle it, and so reality fell to the Inaculae.
By Lizzy Rose5 years ago in Fiction
The Trouble With Trevor!
Trevor and the Piano It was Friday night and Trevor had finished his last shift on his bus. He went into the staff room to put his hi-vi jacket into his locker when his boss, “Jeff” called on him.
By Hugh Hatrick5 years ago in Fiction
Tears/Worried
Tears… I can’t do this anymore. I just can’t. It’s too hard, and it hurts so much. I listen to what people say all the time, and it just eats me up. When I listen to what they say, all I want to do is cry, but I can’t.
By Li 5 years ago in Fiction
Nurture
‘How can a sixteen-year old be such a bitch?!’ She wondered aloud, to the point of screaming, as she slammed the door behind her. She had the complete attention of five of the other teachers in the room, whilst one remained hidden behind a newspaper.
By Rob Watson5 years ago in Fiction