Young Adult

Vol. 6
Vol. 1 The island is small. The dock is full and it is dawn. From a bird's eye view, it looks canyon shaped. Only 2019 people live on the island. There are six boats that come in and out from the island to the mainland, every hour on the hour from six in the morning to six at night. It is called Selyts island.
By Caroline5 years ago in Fiction
A Guide to the Land of Bizarre
There is a world that is the same as ours, except there are no clouds in the sky. Instead, there are wings. To make snow, the cloud-wings shake, and the feathers fall. In summer, the grass is rich green. The people of FeatherFall Village look like humans and act like them, but they are not. Don't be fooled, traveler! They are mimics that can be told apart by their lack of any face, though they may seem like they have one at first glance. When visiting this first village, you mustn't go to any shops, as you will get lost in their many mazes. Don't mind the many voices that talk to you. Ignore them and keep on the gray sidewalk. If the voices get closer, run. Whatever you do, don't talk to them. There are eyes everywhere. They are always watching. Don't worry about them during the daytime, as they are statues. However, you should never stay in FeatherFall during nighttime. That is when the eyes strike.
By Chemical Legend5 years ago in Fiction
The Rook
Toler Mason didn’t look like a man who had, at one time or another, broken just about every bone in the human body. Of course, it wasn’t his own bones he had broken, but those of multiple people who lacked a sense of survival to stay out of his way. If Rottweilers were to give accolades for viciousness, Mr. Mason would be in their hall of fame. He certainly didn’t look like a sixth grade science teacher.
By Don Money5 years ago in Fiction
Under the stars.
The days, lingered. Hours past from the breaking of the dawn, until the portion of twilight began. Day by day, a slow vicious repetitive cycle of yesterday carried over to the next day.
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Fiction
Once Upon a Time
‘Once upon a time there...’ ‘No, no, and no. Stop right there.’ ‘No? What do you mean “no”?’ ‘Don’t start your story with “once upon a time”.’
By Assores5 years ago in Fiction
Get Up and Try Again
Note: this is based on an incident with my own father, a man who went out of his way to tell me that I was worthless and would never amount to anything, and who made it difficult for me to trust anyone. I was taught to ride a bike in one of the most uncomfortable manners possible:
By Kendall Defoe 5 years ago in Fiction
Me + One Scarlet Macaw + Two Crazy Bears = A much happier me!
That morning, I awoke … and saw my life was pointless. I was failing 9th grade. I didn't have a boyfriend. I didn't even have any friends who wanted to go hang out with me in an empty parking lot behind that out-of-business sawmill, or anything like that that would give me some illusion of happiness.
By Irina Patterson5 years ago in Fiction
The Last War
I was lying there sleepless for what was to come. Next to me my beautiful wife had just opened her eyes, locking them with mine.
By Mikey Maya5 years ago in Fiction
Léon
I was 15 years old when my parents were murdered. I guess you could say having a last name that's tied to good fortune tends to have its drawbacks. Assassins breaking into your home in the middle of the night being one of the many, many drawbacks. When your father runs the city you get a pretty big target on your back. But despite all of that, we managed to come out on top every time, to be as strong a family as we were, here they were, Harvey and Annabelle Léon, bled out on their four thousand dollar faux white lion fur rug.
By Shawn5 years ago in Fiction
Running through the rain
Jace’s POV I walked out of the bedroom and onto the balcony and looked up to the sky, “Darling!!” A sing-song voice rang out as I hear a door slam to my bedroom, I quickly turn around and sigh as I see Cynthia walking through my room and over to me. She was wearing a long light lilac dress that went down to her ankles the skirt coming down with see-through silk that made her legs look stunning, I gave her a small smile as she came out to join me on the balcony. “Cynthia, I apologize for my previous actions, I was drinking last night,” I stated, it was a lie of course, but my parents would never let it go if I ruined this for them. She smiled at me then grabbed my hand, I looked down at her and let out a small sigh. She went from looking at me to looking over the balcony, “It really is an unfortunate event. But at least we can enjoy it together.” Cynthia stated before she let us go of my hand, she then leaned over the balcony and looked down at the ground. “I disagree, Cynthia,” I stated before turning around and started to go back inside before She grabs me by the arm and moves so she was leaning against my back. “Don’t be like this Jace…” Cynthia said in a whisper. Pausing for a moment, I looked back at her before pulling my arm away and walking back into my room closing the balcony door behind me, so she knew that I did not want her to follow me.
By Lily Ann5 years ago in Fiction
A Bizarre Night Write
The dog got up, it’s little clawed feet tapping along the floor until they came to the carpet, where the feet were muffled. Slowly, the dog walked across the carpet and onto the wood floor once again, coming to an abrupt halt near the bed of a 14 year old girl. The dog laid down, causing the bedframe to slightly shake as her body settled, squashed comfortably between the fan and the bed. Suddenly, a noise outside the girl’s bedroom door made the dog get up again. The voices, both male, seemed to grow further away, across the hallway to the girl’s brother’s room. One of the voices grew louder. The bed creaked as the girl hastily put her notebook and pencil away, searching the bottom of her electronic candle for a moment before shutting it off with a small click and placing it on her desk with another creak from the bedframe. Footsteps could be heard going back downstairs.
By Chemical Legend5 years ago in Fiction
Gigasect (1)
It used to be that whenever someone spotted a tarantula, they would point at it in horror and scream, "Kill it with fire!" That's a little harder to pull off when your enemy is a ten-foot-tall, hairy, eight-legged, half-human half-spider monstrosity with venomous, twelve-inch mandibles strong enough to mash an average human adult into unrecognizable pulp within three minutes.
By Netti5 years ago in Fiction