Young Adult

Waste of the Wasteland World
Struggling to breathe, I gasp for air and dig my nails in the earth, barely crawling forward as an Antrod pulls off my oxygen mask. Its robotic arms, the shining and glimmering reflection in this bleak world of a desert wasteland, use to fill us with hope until they overpowered us, our creation, now a sign of the only disaster to come. As I fell onto a sand ridden rock, three things occurred: firstly, a large thud as the right side of my face caused me to colour the rock red; the heart-shaped locket that Julia had given me, unclipped, and Julia the burning red flame of my heart was ripped away from me by the Antrods- screaming and pouring pleas under the blazing sun to anyone listening failed, as one one was near us for what seems an eternity away.
By Nym Wilde5 years ago in Fiction
The Darkest Night
Lyla shivered as goosebumps rushed down her neck to her forearms, causing her arm hairs to stand at attention, as if they too were anticipating the unspeakable.
By Tiffini Knight5 years ago in Fiction
Heartland
HEARTLAND She walks gracefully toward the podium, her smile a perfect mix of genuine and cynical. The tail on her white skirt must be at least six feet long. Her white turtle-neck shirt makes her neck look long and sturdy, adding to her regality. Her pale skin is almost indistinguishable from her outfit. Only two things stand out in her frame. One, her golden curls, which reach down to her lower back. And two, resting against her chest and shining in the light coming from above, the golden heart-shaped locket.
By Mig Lopez5 years ago in Fiction
New Yellowstone
They took her. Those bastards took her. John cradled his wife’s body in his arms, his tears dripping into her hair. He couldn’t stay. He hadn’t been hunting for long, they couldn’t be far. He had to find Anna.
By Dodgesmiley 5 years ago in Fiction
Madalynn
I loved the sound of car accidents, don't ask me why, but something in its unsettled breath of metal, glass, and impact made me feel an awakening of higher purpose, like I was in on the joke, far off, a spectator of omnipotence, of obsolescence. I met Madalynn when our cars crashed on that rainy day down by the pond. The accident itself was slower than I remembered, not ephemeral at all because something stayed with me as all that glass sprinkled upon my face like a beautiful wonder of timelessness, some memory of her face flickered for a distended amount of time, right next to me, even though she was a few feet away, in her own fucked up car, going through her own panic of things. My head flashed with quick and bright colors, and I did not even feel any pain. Nothing major had happened, it was just a big mess. It was her fault too, the accident. She did not stop when it was her turn to stop and I was, at the time, reaching for a CD, my mind in other rebuttals. Then it was all over. I found myself outside, sitting on the grass with a face full of glass and distortions. I felt the loose sun entering the little red holes in my face, sizzlingly. It had been a nice day a second ago, cooler even.
By Justin Fong Cruz5 years ago in Fiction
The Phantom's Note
Kailey shifted uncomfortably in the hard plastic chair of the waiting room, valiantly trying to control her breathing and ignore the excited chatter of her classmates. After eighteen years all they needed to do was make it through the next few months, pass their final exams and they would finally take their place as adults and contribute to the well-being of their society. Jealousy gripped her. She should be as enthusiastic as them, but her carefree attitude had been stolen from her months ago.
By Emma Brown5 years ago in Fiction
Hearts of a Phoenix
The sound of chickens clucking away were the first sounds that woke me. The sunlight streaming in through the open window kept me awake, tossing and turning to get back to the sweet realm of dreams. My body aching from the past few days of non-stop trudging, through the muddy plains from the Ruined Lands to my quaint little village.
By Simon Prout5 years ago in Fiction
Stem
Her heart was beating too fast. Rather, the heavy glass dangling from her neck was pulsing more intently than she’d ever felt before.
By B A Berry5 years ago in Fiction
The things that remain
The locket wasn't much to look at, it was worn with it's silver finish having been tarnished time and time again. It needed a good cleaning, but in these days of hand to mouth living, nobody thought about trivial matters such as those.
By Emerald Athena5 years ago in Fiction
Do I Wanna Know?
Her skin reminds me of a perfect porcelain doll, the kind that are collectors items and never are taken out of the suffocating packaging.
By Ivy Raye5 years ago in Fiction
Gone Days
She stared through the dark hole. Whenever the clouds cleared overhead, she spied the littered sky with tiny... Tiny—what’s the word? She squinted in the dark as she lay on a half charred, spring-barred mattress upon a broken bed; bathed in little moonlight.
By AveA5 years ago in Fiction
The Strangers Bench
"Oh, what a day!" a man says as he sits down on the bench, "it’s after midnight, a bit late isn't it?" The man states looking at the teen sitting next to him. Broken from her daze the girl looks at him and replies "Oh, uh yeah I just needed a minute". Without breaking the focus of packing his pipe with tobacco the man says, "I'm Gus". Watching as the almost hypnotized girl replies " Hi I'm Liz". "What brings you out at such a late hour Liz? To the park of all places" Gus asks as he laughs and lights his pipe. "I mean, your parents must be worried?" Gus continues. Liz folds her arms, looks at the ground as she uses her foot to draw in the mud and says "with how much they are fighting, I doubt they even know I'm gone. Which does not even make sense, they aren’t together anymore".
By Tyler M McGuire5 years ago in Fiction