Young Adult

The night on the Train
The sky was grey, water filled the air in tiny specks; the cold made Frances's cheeks a rosy color and the water felt like tiny pinpricks upon his face. the light from the city nearby reflected on the clouds in such a way that it made the sky look as if it was on fire. Frances wrapped his scarf around his mouth and nose and began his walk back to the train station. He just loved to come outside the city and see the views every once in a while. no matter the weather.
By Kylie Hunnel5 years ago in Fiction
Samurai's Choice
Shuffling feet and clanging metal woke Ryo from his sleep, jolting up with blurred vision and a racing heart. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and yawned, looking around with curious eyes. Leaning back on his hands, he groaned softly. The sun wasn’t even up yet. Ryo stared up at the top of his tent, tracing the sewing with his gaze and breathing deeply. The tent was a deep tan with yellowing spots scattered around. Other soldiers made fun of his old ratty tent but it held a special place within Ryo’s heart. The tent was originally his fathers', Osamu’s, who had died in battle when Ryo was only a child. His mother had gifted him with the tent the day he left home and Ryo was honored to bring the memory of his father with him. Ryo could only hope to live up to his fathers' name.
By K Savin5 years ago in Fiction
Dear Sarah
MONDAY Dear Sarah, Hey, it’s me again. I don’t really know what to do about this situation. I already said yes because he made me feel bad for him in front of a lot of people. I don’t want to go out with him. He’s weird. Like really, really weird. I know I should have said no but I just couldn’t do it, my reputation was at stake. I am the “nice girl” and this was like the tenth time he’s asked me out. I know you told me not to talk to him, but I am not good at hurting people’s feelings. I’m just not, I’m not Karen. Please don’t tell her I said that, by the way. Besides all that I need to talk to you and the others before my date this Friday because I have an idea. Maybe if I act like someone that he doesn’t like then he will never ask me out again, but I really don’t know what he doesn’t like. We need to find out and maybe stalk him a little to figure it out. Remember when we stalked that girl Karen didn’t like and she ended up transferring schools. And then Karen made us stalk that guy she had a crush on, and he left town. I felt wrong about it at the time but honestly, we had a lot of fun and we were good at it. And anyway, maybe this time it could really help. No one likes Daren and if we can get him to leave town it would help everyone. He’s a weirdo and the whole school would be better off without him. Please write me back before school is out today. I really can’t wait to go home and get a shower because talking to him made me feel gross. I really hope he doesn’t try to touch me on our date, or I might throw up all over him. And that’s the last thing he needs. He’s unattractive enough as it is.
By Raine Fielder5 years ago in Fiction
Without You: Chapter One
Quick Guide: This series is an original work. This piece, and more to follow, stemmed from an idea I had to mix a few of my favorite medias (anime/songs) and my current Muses together to create a short-fiction story.Summary: The Jade Riders are a well known high school delinquent motorcycle gang. Amaterasu is thrown into their world on whim, and once she makes herself known as the first female member to join the gang, she uses her strength and wits to climb the ranks. But will the secrets she uncovers on her way to the top really be worth it in the end?Inspiration: Tokyo Revengers (Anime) // "Without You" (The Kid Laroi)
By Kia Jones5 years ago in Fiction
The Black Butterfly, a Short Story
I was about halfway along the path when a familiar voice called out: “Where’re you going?” It was Laurel, the girl who lived two houses up from me. The path led under big, old pin oak trees and past a stand of younger pines that separated our neighborhood from the open fields of a National Park, and right past Laurel’s backyard. Whenever she saw me headed up the path alone, she wanted to tag along.
By Blaine Coleman5 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of Crystal Cove
I tell you the story just as it was told to me over 50 years ago. It was a beautiful day at crystal cove, although it was not called crystal cove at the time, they had just put in the new jetties to protect the cove from filling with sand. The most exciting part of the whole project is it allowed you to fish in the deep water without a boat. It was Father’s Day and John could think of no better way to spend the day but fishing with his two favorite girls.
By Angela Kay Dollar5 years ago in Fiction
A LASTING FRIEND
When I was younger I loved to play in the jungles. Make friends with whatever bird, worm, or twig. I’d be entertained for hours never really grasping just how lonely I was. I hadn’t had many human friends but it wasn’t for a lack of trying. But more of a lack of opportunities. I hadn’t come across many people who I could be friends with. Even if that was the case I could play with the ants and gaze at the flowers and it would be enough.
By Aryonna5 years ago in Fiction
The Voice of Lake Eris
Evil as the tail, the wicked will crawl from hell. Do not close your ears because she is closer than she appears. A lovely voice, but let us hope he makes the right choice. Once upon a legend, there was a beautiful woman with the voice of an angel. She lived near the shore of Lake Eris. While the woman was collecting seashells and singing a song, a prince came out from the forest seeking the voice that led him there. He told her, " I have never heard of a voice more beautiful in my whole life; may I ask your name." " My name is Serene, and I do not know who you are; I ask that you state your business," she replied. He explained his situation to her and asked if he could seek refuge with her for a while until his ship arrived here. She asked him for his name; he replied, " Ederin Hills of YorkBrim." She explained to him that she lived alone and all she had was a small room for him to sleep in. He was humbled and thought that he was in a comfortable setting.
By Alyxus5 years ago in Fiction
Murky Waters
Jasmine sat in the backseat with her friend Laura, watching the trees whizz by as Laura’s father, Mr. Rittenhouse drove. Mrs. Rittenhouse sat in the passenger seat, pointing at the wooden scenery and expressing her thoughts to her partner driving. Laura sat behind her mother, headphones on, slightly moving her head to the pop rhythms playing on her smartphone.
By Anna Gilchrist 5 years ago in Fiction
Ally's Warning
The day that you left, Faded into the clear sky, Made me a pebble Dakota released a dissatisfied breath, folding up her poem after revision and stashing it in her sweatpants. After hooking the grey leash to Ally’s pink collar, she also slipped a thick-handled, steel kitchen knife into her pocket for protection. The realization of how silly her actions seemed was not her priority as she inhaled deeply and pushed the sliding door aside so the dog could bustle across the threshold into the bleak, meager patch of grass behind their townhouse. Despite her mother’s repeated warnings, the door remained ajar to perpetuate an environment of comfort. If whatever that thing is decided to make its move that night, all she would have to do is grab Ally and dash inside.
By Jules Day (they/them) 5 years ago in Fiction
Once Upon A Midnight Sail
"Come on Ann! You wanted to do this midnight sail and now you're taking forever!" Dan called back over his shoulder for his wife, as he untied the medium sized cruising sailboat from the dock. A woman's figure came into view dragging a wheeled duffle bag behind her.
By Jessica B5 years ago in Fiction
Lightbringer
Chapter 1 On the night I was born, the witch delivering me had a vision. With my mother’s pale hands clasped in hers, the witch’s eyes were blinded by prophecy as she decreed that I would be, “the greatest warrior to ever live, or to ever live again.”
By Nat HB5 years ago in Fiction