Young Adult
Dirty Yellow Bungalow
It’s exterior had a layer of filth that clung to its cheap vinyl sidings, turning it to a muddied, fading yellow with streaks of brown. It had an almost brown, almost red picket fence that sat crookedly in between the sad excuse for a yard and the sidewalk. The north side of the house had two parking spaces, one for the house and one for the neighbours who ran a massage parlour out of a similarly small but slightly more well put together bungalow. The south side of the house was a charmless alley that nestled itself in between the house and a newer, shining building that had a 3 foot barricade made of stone protecting it from the vermin of Calgary’s east side. The house's backside, which faced west, was a parking area for a company that specialized in industrial vehicle washing mechanisms. The house looked as though it was the only home available to be lived in along the congested and dusty 11th St.
By Neil Jefferies5 years ago in Fiction
Man From The Shadows
Man From The Shadows Part II Raleek rested on the pile of wood that he had just cut and stacked. The cool autumn breeze swept over him cooling him off from the mid-morning chore and the songs of the birds brought him peace of mind. He couldn’t remember being so relaxed. Despite his nearly healed wounds still aching he was able to appreciate the simplicity of it all.
By Valdeara Wallberg5 years ago in Fiction
Rimora pt. II
Drake Firas was sitting in his apartment complex on Southward Boulevard, beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead. He placed his two hands on the coffee table in front of him, and a dim blue light emitted from the surface. Drake lifted his hands and a screen appeared before his face. He swiped his hands across the screen, and a list of locations appeared. He looked to the packed suitcase, that was set up at the door. His apartment was nearly cleared out. He had a manipulator that was attached to the back of his head, and ran down his spine.
By Jordan Brecker5 years ago in Fiction
Hope For An Escape (Ch 2-6)
Chapter 2 I slowly inch my way into the cold living room where Anthony was sleeping on the couch with an empty beer bottle lying on his chest, and ten more surrounding him. His mouth was pried open with drool sneaking its way down his cheeks. The sound of his snoring created a sense of annoyance in me. I clench a fist next to me and slowly raise it above his drool covered cheek.
By latavia owens5 years ago in Fiction
Who Dunnit?
Young Freddy was an avid fan of mysteries and science fiction. He lived with his Mom and Dad and his older sister Suzanne on a farm on the outskirts of Vancouver. Being a farm boy, the thirteen year old lad had his share of chores to do, including milking the cows. When he milked the cows, he liked to carry his cellphone and listen to music from Spotify.
By Marco den Ouden5 years ago in Fiction
Cookie Tin
He's home and I flip open my phone and see it's 2am. I pretend to be asleep. The woman in the living room is painting her toe nails. He slams into the couch to kiss her shoulder, but she just yells about the paint job he ruined. I can hear glass crashing into the wall. She giggles and plays it off, begging for a smile. He starts yelling for the first time in years and his denial breaks into boiling hatred. With every breath my mind screams "Go!" The windows in the house are all barred except the kitchen window. That window is my only chance.
By Karen Cruz5 years ago in Fiction
The Socks, or Where You Meet My Charming Sister
Sometimes I don't know why I even bother. It's like talking to a wall. My sister, Jessie, is the most impossible person that ever was. This argument had gone on for days, and we weren't any closer to ending it--and it's all over socks.
By Jennifer Eager5 years ago in Fiction
Haven Parts
One day Sage chanced upon a strange rock in a burial tomb. It seemed to shatter into soft dust, like limestone, it had a golden glow to it. She became obsessed with the idea of rubbing it into her knees, elbows, all of her legs to heal herself. This must be the last part of the spell.
By Layla Angel5 years ago in Fiction
