Young Adult

Insomnia
Pets are just animals without jobs, I thought to myself, watching a hedgehog fumble down a flight of cement stairs at the local park.
By Bonnie Joy Sludikoff5 years ago in Fiction
Whose Heart We Had Broken, How Could He Know
They were both sitting in the room. Suddenly Bismillah lit a cigarette and after lighting it, she started a topic, that this love is not love in reality. It is only in stories, tales and myths. Ali replied that this love is love. Love really does happen, this is not the fiction of Laila Majnoon Shirin Farhad Romeo and Juliet. The reality is in these characters. Writers are always inspired by real characters to write novels, stories and fiction.
By Mohammad Arif5 years ago in Fiction
A Blind Girl
I had heard that love is blind, but it is so blind. I had neither heard nor seen it This is the story of Zamal and Abraham
By Mohammad Arif5 years ago in Fiction
Trapped Under Ice
Faerie and Ason walked slowly through the village. They couldn’t hold hands, because it would attract too much attention, but their hands would occasionally brush softly against each other as they walked. Each time it happened Faerie felt a jolt of electricity in her body and a swirl of emotions in her stomach. She wanted to kiss Ason again, but that would definitely attract too much attention. Kissing was something people in the Republic simply did not do.
By Dawn Salois5 years ago in Fiction
Between Love and Hate
“Wait!” He commanded as he struggled to slip on his tailored navy suit jacket while exiting the restaurant. He pushed his way through the crowd, quickly making his way down the plaza steps, nearly missing the last, “Fuck.”
By Alex Alcala5 years ago in Fiction
The Bull With Familiar Eyes
I am running so fast my joints feel displaced. Sweat is soaking my pores like hot, thick candle wax. My heart feels like an angry prisoner trying to escape his cage. I must outrun him. I must. My feet keep sinking into the sopping wet mud with every step I take. I hear him grunting, breathing so loudly it’s waking all the jungle animals.
By Soul5 years ago in Fiction
Down By the River
It was when mum called me out of the river for lunch I noticed the shiny black car pull into the campground. I hoped that other children would tumble out of that big car, as much as mum likes to take me camping, she doesn’t like to swim in the river or play with me. She reads books all day, sometimes I think she forgets I’m here.
By KWP 5 years ago in Fiction
On Night in Bangkok
It was the loud cackle telling Reggie she was headed in the right direction. Even though it had been over ten years since she had been with Evie or Sarah, she recognised that bellowing hyena laugh anywhere.
By KWP 5 years ago in Fiction
Bullheaded
Another day, another town, another so called antique, another waste of time Fred thought. Every time he got the call about a rare collection piece it turned out to be nothing. Here he went again though following a lead, he huffed. Soon he would be at the town ironically called “The Town” and he could see if this so called antique was rare and worth anything.
By Rebecca Hackney5 years ago in Fiction
North of May
Was it a dream? Was it magic? It was certainly more than coincidence or chance. Perhaps serendipity. Whatever it was, it changed peoples’ lives in miraculous ways. That’s part of what gave this place its charm and fame… and yet, to many locals, it was a secret.
By Aliya Saige5 years ago in Fiction
A Cartridge in a Bare Tree
Leah was on her phone as Perry walked out of the bathroom, still drying his hair. He’d just finished taking a shower & had nothing but a bath towel wrapped around his waist. She had the phone pressed to her ear, intent upon listening, hoping that Corbin would finally pick up, & so hadn’t noticed his meager attire.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock5 years ago in Fiction
Cherry Tree High School
It is 7:30 A.M. and I don't want to get out of bed this morning. Blurry eyed, I attempt to switch off the blaring alarm that is causing my ears to pop like popping candy, pull the covers over my head, and let out a huge groan.
By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Fiction