Young Adult

The Red Mage and the Thief
The Emberlight Covenant The city of Jeuno rose from the cliffs like a dream of white stone, its spires tipped in banners that swayed in the salt wind. Bridges as narrow as a dagger’s edge arched over the chasms between towers and the streets hummed with the life of a hundred nations. Traders hawking wares from desert caravans and smiths hammering sparks into fresh-forged steel; wandering minstrels singing in tongues from the farthest reaches of Vana’diel.
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Fiction
When the House Fell Silent Without You
I used to think silence was a luxury. The kind that came at the end of a long day, after the dishes were done and the lights were low. The kind of silence that felt like peace.
By Habib kingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Midnight Breakout
Vesper wakes up to the sound of the morning bell and gets dressed in two layers. They make sure the grey regulatory uniform conceals the set beneath.
By caitodoesstuffabout a year ago in Fiction
Something Windy this way comes
It was cool being home schooled. I thought whatever I had learned would stay in my mind. Not leak into my dreams, like melted ice cream.
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lost City of Zanira (Part II)
Salar got no sleep that night. His head filled with tales from the gold book. The kings of bright stars, ships that sailed the skies with no wings, and a flower that lived for a long life—it all seemed like a dream. But the book was real. It felt big in his hands. Full of real tales.
By Mehran Amanabout a year ago in Fiction
Become A Millionaire
.1 Don't be rude in conversation. 2. Control your anger. 3. Do good to others. 4. Avoid pride. 5. Forgive others. 6. Speak softly.
By Tariq Pathan about a year ago in Fiction
Who's the real monsters
Slowly making my way down the vents I paid attention to every sound that was made. Hannah's conversation kept replaying in my head. She has a mother who's still alive and is most likely close by. Thinking I could use this to my advantage and if she tries to get me sent to either The Thing from the Pit or Nurse Ratchet I'll come down on her hard. That would explain why everyone has been sucking up to her.
By Lucy Torralbaabout a year ago in Fiction
Miller's Girl
Miller’s Girl – Part 1 If you blink, you’ll miss Miller’s Grove. One stoplight, a diner that still uses hand‑written tickets, and a Main Street that smells like cinnamon in the fall and fresh‑cut grass in the summer. It’s the kind of place where nothing changes except the shade of paint on the post office door, and even that happens only when the old one starts to peel.
By Shakespeare Jrabout a year ago in Fiction
The Third Sun
In the skies of Velora, a planet warmed by three radiant suns, light was life. The people built their homes, cities, and faiths around the celestial trio—Solari, Ember, and Veyra—each rising in a different part of the sky, bathing the world in constant glow.
By Solene Hartabout a year ago in Fiction
Midnight Sun and Moonlight Hearts
In the farthest reaches of the world, beyond towering mountains and endless forests, lay a village unlike any other. This village was unique because it existed at the very edge of the Arctic Circle, where the sun never fully set in summer and never fully rose in winter. Here, the people lived by the rhythms of the midnight sun and the haunting glow of the moonlight hearts.
By Haris Raheemabout a year ago in Fiction
Love in the Time of Dial-Up
In the fall of 1999, when the world was still bracing for Y2K and everyone saved their documents on floppy disks, love bloomed slowly—pixel by pixel, word by word, across the shaky lines of dial-up internet. Back then, the web was not yet a stream but a sputter. Connections were noisy, unreliable, and precious. It was in this static-laced symphony that Adam met Eliza.
By Haris Raheemabout a year ago in Fiction
In Love With a Stranger on the Train
It started on a Tuesday—ordinary, gray, unremarkable. The kind of morning when the sky forgets to rise with conviction and people shrink into their coats, blending into the city’s shuffle. Mia boarded the 7:45 a.m. commuter train from Willow Creek to downtown like she did every day, earbuds in, coffee in hand, mind already halfway through her to-do list.
By Haris Raheemabout a year ago in Fiction