Series

Moira and Gentry
THUD!! Moira tumbled to the green hard-carpeted ground, head just missing a collision with the how-to section’s bookcase. “Quiet—we’re in a library!” whisper-screamed a lanky seventeen-year-old, holding out his pale hand to his best friend. “Sorry,” apologized the frazzled young woman, taking Gentry’s help up, brushing the dust of the school library’s floor off the back of her brown corduroy trousers.
By Daria 4 years ago in Fiction
Starlight and Stardust: Conversing with the Stars
Stars twinkled in the navy expanse above their heads, cool breeze caressing their skin. Crickets chirped in the grass around them, singing a summer symphony. Aside from the crickets, the world was blanketed in a hush, so starkly different from nights in the city. Tranquility lay thick in the air, not another soul in sight. They remained sprawled out on the plush My Hero Academia blanket, taking in the serene night sky for who knows how long, at peace with the quiet as stars continued to flicker overhead.
By Jessica C.4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamer - Chapter 6
Disclaimer: This is a story with multiple parts. To read the previous chapter, click here. "Are you alright?" My dad asked, turning his head over to look in my direction.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Places (Part 9)
Previously, in Part 8 Part 9 Penny We hadn’t spoken much on the ride back up the hill, and kept pretty quiet once we got back to the house, too. There was a silent agreement among us that we would sleep inside, even though the tents were up and ready for us.
By Paula Shablo4 years ago in Fiction
Mortal - Chapter 3
Premise: In this young-adult dystopian novel, people can no longer die. But they still feel pain, and suffer--and it's maddening. Because of the chaos that ensued, the US Government created a program to figure out how to kill people. When Garrett, a teenager, falls into a coma for weeks as a result of an experiment, the Program sets its malicious sights on him.
By Liv4 years ago in Fiction
Striking Iron
I deserved the looks I was getting from both my packmates. We'd left the others at our den. I was alpha, I could stop the looks and side glances if I wished, but I knew they had the right to questions my motives. I could hear Colt and Zilla's pads thump to the rhythm of mine. I saw Nina's wavering loyalty in my memories.
By Jamie L. Carter4 years ago in Fiction
The Prologue
The lonely building looked dark and upsetting like it had never seen a soul. The eerie silence, broken only by the trickling of water down the rusty pipelines. Every time the tap turned on, the bizarre sound of the water coming through would remind him of time in his grandparents’ house.
By Knv Gpt4 years ago in Fiction
Bard: Chapter 4
They put a decent distance between them and Vultan’s warehouse before Laura rounded on Trista. “What the hell were you doing there?” she demanded, and Trista all but cowered. She reached inside of her cloak and pulled out a small pouch that clinked with the sound of coins.
By Rena4 years ago in Fiction
Who Killed Marv? Chapter 3
This is chapter 2 of my novella, Who Killed Marv? To see the first chapter and start at the beginning, please click here. Hip and Poh dropped me off at my house. I could really get used to this new way of travel. No traffic. No traffic lights. I think the entire trip took less than 10 minutes and I didn't get car sick or whatever you call it nowadays. The only weird thing was I scared the bee-jeevies out of my neighbor. No one else can see me when I'm inside an imaginary vehicle, so when I stepped out of nowhere, old Mrs. Whitaker nearly fainted.
By Joey Lowe4 years ago in Fiction
Who Killed Marv? Chapter 2
This is chapter 2 of my novella, Who Killed Marv? To see the first chapter and start at the beginning, please click here. When Spongy touched me on the head, it reminded me of when I was a kid. He used to do that all the time. I had forgotten. Now there was a vague familiarity to it. He opened my eyes to a world of things I had no idea existed. That's not entirely true. He jarred my memory to the things I remembered seeing as a child. My mom always said I had a vivid imagination, but in reality, I was describing what I was seeing thanks to Spongy sharing with me. I sat down and rested my head in my hands. I could feel the worst headache coming on.
By Joey Lowe4 years ago in Fiction
Smell of Death
Joree let out a breath of relief when he finally reached his house. Nothing looked damaged or destroyed. He had imagined-despite his best efforts to remain calm and collected-a thousand different terrible scenarios. Coming to find the house burned down, dismantled, or otherwise mutilated. Soldiers having taken residence, forcing his mother to sleep with the animals. Instead, everything was calm, almost serene.
By Kristen Slade4 years ago in Fiction
The Unspoken Voicemail
My alarm woke me up too early today. It makes me think of you. You made me change it so it wouldn’t wake you up. Do you remember? It was only two months into our relationship. Almost three years ago now.
By KB4 years ago in Fiction