Young Adult
Temporary Girlfriend
Jack shuffled through the crowded hallway of Edison High, the weight of a thousand unspoken anxieties pressing down on him. Valentine's Day loomed like a storm cloud, and the annual dance, a supposed celebration of love, filled him with dread. Jack, a self-proclaimed introvert who preferred the company of ancient texts to teenage flirtation, felt utterly out of his element.
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Once upon a time, in a quiet little town nestled among the hills, there lived a guy named Mike. Now, Mike wasn't your typical guy-next-door type. Nope, he had a dark side, a real dark one. He was known around town as the "Psycopat" (yeah, with a 'P' instead of an 'S', because he was quirky like that).
kiki hadiyantoPublished 16 days ago in FictionVoices
“You better get up, Timothy,” his mom shouted as she knocked on the outside of his locked bedroom door. “You’re going to be late for school.”
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Tick, tick, tick. Each second sliced the air like a razor. On a bustling street corner, amidst the chaotic symphony of car horns and footsteps, two strangers found themselves in an unexpected collision of fate.
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Slamet RiyadiPublished 17 days ago in FictionBlood Orange Zombie
_________________ Summer camp big kids sneak out to scale slippery rocks across the rushing water's edge. So we want to do that too. I follow Bubba. He knows everything.
Christy MunsonPublished 17 days ago in FictionHigh Yellow, Blue-black
Pencils sketched the dimensions of the product bottles and squeeze tubes. Sounds of erasing and rubber dust being swept off of paper created a symphony of productiveness. Computer screens matched the analog activity. A distant hum of the machines in the factory drove the minds of the engineers and artists that knew exactly what to do. When the time came for a break, thirty-one-year-old Galina Hoffstra looked at the snack machine and selected probiotics infused with fruit flavored water and celery. Her selections didn’t bore her. They propelled her mind to think. Even more than the gentle droning of the machinery in the background.
Skyler SaundersPublished 17 days ago in FictionDisillusioned Feelings
"I said NO, and that's FINAL!" "But DaaaAAD!" "Morwenna, stop arguing." "Why can't I just-!" "To. Your. Room. Young lady."
Thavien YliasterPublished 17 days ago in FictionToxic
I stood there, too warm from the alcohol to feel the cold March air, a cigarette between my fingers. “You know what Ange, you’re being an asshole. I’m leaving,” Lia stared, waiting for me to stop her. It was 2009, the night of my twentieth birthday, and Lia had been in a mood long before we got to the bar. “Cool. You’ve been anti-social all night. I don’t know why you came if this is how you were going to be,” I waved the smoke as I spoke. I knew she hated when I smoked. “You didn’t wait for me to finish my Starbucks before we went in!” “I wasn’t going to let all our friends, who came here together with me, WITHOUT an unnecessary frappucino, go in without me when the room was booked in my name. You came in and sat at the opposite end of the table as me, with people you don’t even speak to, and just stared off into space all night. You could have stayed home.” I put my hand to my mouth, ready to take a long drag.
Alex BoonePublished 17 days ago in FictionThe Seventeenth Summer (Ch 22)
Chapter Twenty-Two When the boys finally arrived at the car park at Hidden Beach they found the place to be deserted, with not a soul in sight.
Mark 'Ponyboy' PetersPublished 17 days ago in FictionShadows of Sorrow Between The AssHole
In the quiet town of Willow Creek, nestled amidst rolling hills and thick forests, there lived a family haunted by shadows of sorrow. The Jacobs family, once the epitome of happiness and harmony, now found themselves trapped in a web of tragedy and despair.
Chuks Gad NwaigwePublished 17 days ago in FictionReturn of the Tidecaller
Change. It can occur without warning. Run, they scream. They are all screaming, but I do not turn to ask them why. Their robes bristle and their teeth flash in the light of the setting, blood-stained sun, but I do not feel alarm. I can feel the rumbling of hundreds of fleeing feet hitting the sand around me, and a gentle roar steadily growing louder, and louder, and louder until it begins to drown out my own thrumming heartbeat. And yet, I do not move.
Amanda StarksPublished 17 days ago in Fiction