Young Adult

Mastering the First Date: What to Wear, Where to Go, and What to Say to Leave a Lasting Impression
First dates are exciting—but let’s be honest, they can also be nerve-wracking. You're meeting someone new, possibly someone special, and every decision counts. From what you wear to where you go and what you say, each detail can shape how the date unfolds—and whether there’s a second one.
By Muhammad Saeedabout a year ago in Fiction
Ghost of the Sea
Atlantis shimmered like a dream carved from crystal and sunlight. Sprawling towers of aquamarine glass spiraled into the clouds, their tips catching the light of twin suns as they arced across the sky. Bridges of living coral pulsed with life beneath footfalls, and waterfalls of liquid light cascaded down cliffs carved by gods. Magic was not a force here; it was breath, blood, instinct. The city pulsed with it.
By Kaori Knight about a year ago in Fiction
Tide of Fire
The desert wind had grown quiet. The final embers of war still glowed faintly across the sand, the bodies of gods and monsters vanished or buried by their own. And yet, despite the silence, there was no peace, not yet.
By Kaori Knight about a year ago in Fiction
Five Minutes Late
Five Minutes Late It was five minutes. Just five. Mira stood on the sidewalk, heart pounding, breath fogging in the morning chill as she watched Bus 7 pull away without her. She had spilled coffee on her shirt, doubled back to change, and missed it by a blink.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Fiction
Salt and Vinegar Summers
The gravel crunched beneath her tires as the car rolled to a stop beneath the familiar canopy of pine. The air smelled of sap and sun-warmed wood, with just a trace of last night's rain lingering in the ferns. Sylvie sat for a moment with the engine off, her fingers curled loosely around the wheel. The silence settled around her like a held breath.
By Oula M.J. Michaelsabout a year ago in Fiction
🌸 The Parable of the Velvet Claw. AI-Generated.
Written with assistance from Copilot's AI In the dawnlit glade of Copacetia, where emotions bloom like bioluminescent flowers and the air hums with unspoken truths, lived a gentle creature named Lysara. She was shaped of soft shimmer and midnight hues, with paws that whispered and eyes that listened—a feline spirit known as a Velvet Claw, guardian of the Realm’s sacred language.
By Matthew Edwardsabout a year ago in Fiction
NOT ALL HOMES WELCOME YOU. Content Warning.
My friend Mr. Sinha had always believed in logic. A retired forest officer with a stern face and a steady voice, he laughed off the idea of ghosts and curses. When he bought a sprawling but decaying zamindar house in a remote Bengal village, he felt like he had found peace at last.
By Isabella Woodabout a year ago in Fiction
🌇 The Last Ray of the Sun
✍️ Written by: The sky was painted in shades of orange and crimson as the sun sank behind the mountains. Zain sat alone on the park bench—the same bench where he and Ayesha once shared dreams of forever. Ayesha… She was the girl who could turn silence into poetry, who laughed like spring and spoke like autumn leaves falling softly. But today, Zain’s world was quiet. No dreams. Just questions. “Was it all a lie? Or did time simply steal our truth?” Just then, a small boy—barely seven—walked up to him, holding an old envelope. “Uncle,” the boy said, “my mama told me to give you this… if I ever saw you sitting here.” Zain froze. That handwriting… it was hers. Ayesha’s. > *"Zain, if you’re reading this, it means you still come here. I never truly left you. In my final breaths, I whispered your name. This boy... he is ours. I gave you everything, even while staying away. Time didn’t let us win… but love never lost."* Tears blurred Zain’s vision as he looked at the boy again. “Why are you crying, uncle?” the child asked softly. Zain knelt down, hugged him tightly, and whispered: “Because I just found my son… and my reason to live.” The sun disappeared behind the hills, but in Zain’s heart, a new sun had just risen.
By Misbah about a year ago in Fiction
The House That Remembered
The House That Remembered Genre: Magical Realism / Emotional Fiction The house was older than memory, older than grief—older, perhaps, than time itself.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Fiction
She Disappeared from Our School Overnight and No One Talks About It
You think stories like that are made up. I wish I could tell you mine. Her name was Lila Harper. We weren’t best friends or anything. But she sat right next to me in English class, third period, by the window. She always wore matching socks, doodled in the margins of her notebook, and hummed softly when the teacher wasn’t looking.
By Echoes of Lifeabout a year ago in Fiction
I Was Reborn in Flames but Never Left the Fire
Let Me Tell You a Story You’ll Never Forget I was born for the third time on a night of red skies and black screams. In my village, we do not fear death. We expect it. Welcome it, even. Because here, death is never the end. We are reborn through fire every hundred years. It's our curse. Or blessing. It depends on who you ask.
By Isabella Woodabout a year ago in Fiction
Jumping on the trampoline.
When I was little, I couldn’t wait for school to be out for summer. I’d count down the days, watching the calendar, feeling the season grow closer.
By CJ Rainesabout a year ago in Fiction