Young Adult
Outgrown
As soon as the cluster of campers reached the dining hall Charlotte knelt and pretended to tie her shoes. The two college-age counselors who were bringing up the rear weaved their way around her, too engrossed in their conversation to really take notice of one kid kneeling in the gravel.
By D.K. Shepardabout a year ago in Fiction
The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read
By Nadeem Shah It was tucked inside the back of an old shoebox—between brittle birthday cards and a black-and-white photo of a woman I didn’t recognize. I wasn’t supposed to find it. But fate has a cruel way of revealing things when you’re least prepared.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Fiction
The Single Stinger Swinger
Peacefully staring into space, Miss Ray studied the outfield prospects noticing one handle a routine fly with true professionalism. “Nice going kid,” the heir to the single A franchise acknowledged after realizing who he was and the last time she saw the young talent. Spotting occurred, inside her high school home economics class, when the student completed final exam essay obligations, explaining cleaning the plate.
By Marc OBrienabout a year ago in Fiction
Back to School
Who remembers reporting to school on that first day of school? Walking into those freshly waxed hallways and classrooms, catching up with some friends that you haven't seen all summer. Then, the bell rings and you head to your homeroom and find your seat and seek out your schedule to see what kind of year you are going to have with happiness or trepidation. All the days as it has done for years starts out with the Pledge of Allegiance followed by a moment of silent meditation followed by morning announcements. Welcome back, everyone and let's have a great year!
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Dog Days of August
August to me is the Dog Days of Summer as well as the month to get ready for Back-to-School. The days are still hot, and one just lays around for the last days of just plain relaxing are just about done for the busy days are not that far off now. The excitement for me and going back-to-school and seeing all my school friends, but also the excitement of family reunions and a few other end-of-summer picnics. The dog days of August are days to remember and to take a breath for Christmas is not that far away for us.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Under the Crimson Sky
By Nadeem Shah The sky bled red the evening I returned to Raven Hollow. I hadn’t been back in twelve years—not since the night everything I believed in was shattered. The roads felt narrower, the trees darker, like the whole town was holding its breath, waiting for me to remember what I’d tried so hard to forget.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Fiction
Let The Roots Grow. Honorable Mention in The Summer That Wasn’t Challenge.
-Things always start simply. A look from across the room, or accidental touch in passing with an apology exchanged without second thought, without deeper meaning. Nothing that was ever supposed to be more than a dull surface level interaction feigning cordiality in a world that thrived from it.
By Casi Alarconabout a year ago in Fiction
A Midnight Chep
I never believed food could feel like foreplay until I met him. It was the summer I moved back to my grandmother’s small-town bakery, after burning out from my corporate job in the city. The bakery had been in the family for three generations, and I swore I’d only help for a few weeks — until I figured out my next step in life.
By Shakespeare Jrabout a year ago in Fiction
