Young Adult

Butterfly Effect
(Prologue) I don't know where they came from, or why they appeared on Earth. I don't know why they chose Earth. He say they aren't aliens, he say they've been here from the start. They call themselves Zeylites They were ahead of our time, far ahead. They were advanced.
By Kennya Hall5 years ago in Fiction
WHAT HATE DESTROYED, LOVE WILL REMAKE
Ryla hit the ground with a hard thud as dust flew up all around. Without a second thought, her body flowed flawlessly through her oft-trained sequence of motions, kicking her feet in a circular motion as her body created momentum to spin her upright once more. In the process, her feet struck the assailant, and knocked him over.
By Mark Wesley Chidester5 years ago in Fiction
The Rebirth of the returned.
I Can’t stop this war in me. Funny how this feels like déjà vu. Falling victim to lower vibrations surrounding me. Slowly suffocating in my mind. Cutting off my blood circulation to the brain. This isn’t my face. This body does not belong to me. I suppose if I would have traded those double A batteries I’d have a better cloth. Beggars can’t be choosers here in District 9. You’re probably wondering what a cloth is and district 9. A cloth is a nice way of saying a new body. Yea the higher ups finally figured out how to become immortal; in a sense. Am I soulless or am I collective consciousness? Hell I’m still trying to figure that out. A heart shaped Lockett holds every emotion, memory I’ve ever had from what I can remember. It’s silly, man has repressed its uniqueness into something so small, so fragile. I guess humanity should have seen it coming with all the technology getting smaller. Man I’d trade some shoe strings for an iPhone. It’s year 2084 in old Paris France aka District 9. No cars do not fly, but if they did I wouldn’t be here. Naturally I’ve died 24 times. Every time you reprogram, the number shows on the front of the heart Shaped locket. Maxing out at 30 reprogrammed cloths. Don’t think that you can get away, we’re all being tracked by the Major. The press of a bottom and you’re down. Programming fried with no hope for salvaging. Left over data in each cloth morphed with my locket. When in rebirth I can feel how the previous host died. It only last a second. Still some pretty intense trauma. I can’t remember my birth name nor any family. Thanks to this major dipstick and her General Isiki Mulero. I’ll get back to him and their army of hybrid humans soon enough. My friends call me Phoria; Anything but reality brings me close to familiarity and peace. They say my head is always in the clouds. I don’t know, something up there is calling out to me. Maybe its the split personalities from left over conscious residue. Hell those of us left all suffer from it. We’re all mad here. I’m going to put an end to this suffering. For all of us non-hybrids. My team The Strikers; are an underground unit of consciousness striving to find a solution. Something big is coming. I can feel it in my fingertips to my toes. You may be wondering how the world came to this, some idiot pulled an Atlantis on Earth. Obsessing with technology replicating the sun and moon causing another Big Bang. Most of the world is underwater. Europe still stands. Mount Everest. China, by the way im truly impressed the Great Wall still stands. And the Statue of Liberty. She’s the only symbol of Hope in the Eastern hemisphere. I have the perfect view here at home in the rugged Eiffel Tower. I feel on top of the world here. Nothing pretty but it works. I guess all isn’t lost. It’s a crime to eat meat so most people were forced to perfect their green thumb. Becoming vegan. Only the hybrids would come and take what they want whenever they feel with no remorse. They consider themselves the evolved man. Boy are they in for a rude awakening. I just know it. These visions I’ve had maybe hallucinations or intuition. I know I’m not the only one with these downloads from the stars. There are strength in numbers and ours are growing. The Major knows it. They’ve been panicking lately. Enforcing curfews. Random locket checks. There will be casualties in this war, but everyone is ok with that. Whatever it takes, we will rise.
By Zhen Zone5 years ago in Fiction
Into the Unkown
The uncut grass felt like thorns against my neck, back, and legs. The hot sun made my skin sticky and wet, baking my body in the 105 degree heat. Flies and ants desperately hovered over me as if I were a carcass of an animal long gone. I knew she could feel it too, so why were we here? She looked over at me and smiled, something I hadn’t seen in quite a while. Something so simple, yet taken for granted.
By Jenna Robinson5 years ago in Fiction
Lux
Lux My jet-black cropped afro needs to be braided down, but I don’t feel like it. I will just go to bed as usual and comb it out in the morning. I see a new commercial just released by White Out being played on the television. Beyonce is in her dressing room using their new straightening potion and brightening cream.
By Asia Folk5 years ago in Fiction
Hive - Breaking Chains
“Urry up Reg, If you’re late the dogs will dock our rations again”. “Yes Ma” Reg called, “Be down now”. I stared at the wall just 5 seconds more before getting out of bed. Ma sounds tired again.
By Kalin Wilkinson 5 years ago in Fiction
Out of the Fire
Day 1 I was supposed to be on that spaceship, the one carrying my parents and friends far away from this dying planet. It was one of forty massive ships transporting the remnants of humanity to a newly discovered inhabitable planet in a far off solar system with a younger sun, unlike our sun that was at the end of its life. It started with the usual power outages and electromagnetic disturbances disabling cell towers and television signals. All of this had happened before. But then the air started rapidly heating up, the atmosphere giving warning that something new was taking place. The government had been preparing for this for some time, building ships and planning our evacuation. But they hadn’t yet finished their plan by the time giant solar flares began bursting through the atmosphere and burning up cities around the world. It was time to leave – immediately.
By Ashley Tilghman5 years ago in Fiction
"Come find me"
A prevailing sense of hopelessness permeated everything down to the atoms in the faint breeze that whisked by the structures outside. The world that existed before was nothing but a dream. The color palette of the vibrant community and bustling town filled with loving families had disappeared. The color was sucked out of the world, and everything was blanketed in shades of characterless grey and dull blacks. Nobody ever cracked jokes or smiled. The seasons all became nonexistent, and the world became one long winter except it was ash, not snow, perpetually falling from above. The world before seemed to have never existed. The government that once promised paradise left us to waste away, and so did Grace’s mom.
By Kawan Glover5 years ago in Fiction
Fantasizing
I'm stuck on my first impression of Sara J. Maas's iconic Rhysand [Ree-sand] character from A Court of Thorns and Roses. I was entranced by this character throughout the end of the book. I wanted to know so much more about his but I was completely content not-knowing anything. He was perfect the way he was shrouded in mystery. After doing a little bit of research I found an interesting meaning to the name: "bringer of dark power", which the United States and Australia agree on and it's of English Origin. Names.org actually reports that from 1880 to 2019, 6 babies have been given this first name. That stat jumped to 6 in 2019 alone. Can someone just scream cultists at the top of their lungs? I love the fictional character, but the meaning? Did they really think twice before putting that on a birth certificate? I'm getting a real Anti-Christ vibe from these little minions.
By J. L. Cross5 years ago in Fiction
things aren't as they always seem
Day 1,926. Still no electricity. I have, however, successfully managed to conjure up a solution to the repugnant water crisis. At least you don’t need lights to live. Glass half full approach much? Well, with the sun setting for the day, I’ll take this win for having clean water.
By Breezy5 years ago in Fiction
Excavation of an Eight-Pocket
By the time Petunia Gomight reached the age of forty-four, she’d survived seven different wars on three different planets; Aur, Mordere, and Earth. Aur’s troubles began when solar flares from the red dwarf named Ictus burned away the surface of her home, leaving nothing but the connected subterranean complex that stretched from one part of Aur to the next. It wasn’t all so bad until the planet Mordere introduced a destabilizing agent that would further destroy Aur’s ability to grow food. Hunger spread in the places solar flares couldn’t reach, and when Aur was at her weakest, Mordere moved in and claimed the scorched planet as their own for the sole reason it would give them another seat in the Celestial Legislature. Petunia was barely an adult, but she fought alongside her scattered family, her brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, and more. Petunia, always the pragmatic one, drove herself deeper into Aur’s crust until she resurrected herself with an army only spoken of through myth.
By M. J. Luke5 years ago in Fiction
A Matter of Affinity
"You will be wonderful," Amara's parents and teachers would coo. Every test and application told her she was in the top percentile of even the top one percent. Every award whispered with the promise that she was going to make a great life for herself, all born out of the success she was so likely to gain.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Fiction