Young Adult

The Jewel Stone
Mary's shoes pounded against the inky black dirt. It was cold. With each exhale, her breath danced lightly before it died. She was kind. Even in this hell-hole, her hands were supple, skin sweet. She did not deserve this.
By Elayne Ray5 years ago in Fiction
Connections
I can’t help but stare. I know I’m being ridiculous but I have never seen eyes quite that piercing and in such a deep green shade. I’m supposed to be paying attention to his description of my new job and so he startles me with his question.
By Brooke Craig5 years ago in Fiction
Survival Without a Fight
Most people would give anything to cheat death, but they don’t know what they’re really wishing for. It sounds nice in theory, I’ll give them that. Even I once thought I was lucky to be spared so often – tripping in the uneven street as a badly thrown knife whizzed over my head; landing in a passing cart piled with hay when I fell from the top of a tree; accidentally jamming the lid shut on the pot of boiling water before it toppled onto me… I could go on. Yet in some instances, staying alive isn’t all that wonderful.
By Caitlin Swan5 years ago in Fiction
A New Escape
I stepped through my back door onto the patio. I hoped that once I shut the door I wouldn’t be able to hear the bickering between my mother and father anymore. Sadly I was mistaken. I mean I didn’t know what I was expecting, after all it hadn’t worked any other time. I worked my way to the edge of the patio, and started thinking about what needed to be done today. Not that I cared to think about my chores, I just needed to put my mind towards something else. “Laundry, homework, hanging out with my friend Kass.”
By Nathaniel Mertes5 years ago in Fiction
M
"Hundreds of blooms wave in the cool autumnal air, for this yard was mystical. They were born from nothing, and nothing can separate them."
By Kelly Maurica5 years ago in Fiction
Finnegan's Marigold
PART ONE 7:30 A.M Dover, New Hampshire The barking alerted us of the imminent invasion. Dark wings swarmed in the sky, attempting to blot out the sunshine. Finn and Rosie were racing the track they carved out around our house, barking at the clouds. The two-legged, red-headed Guardian of the grounds who maintained the perimeter of our land was down on all fours, working in the yard - planting perennials. I had just finished plucking my fourth earthworm from the soil when the barking started. The red-headed Guardian must have created some kind of invisible barrier because while she could roam wherever she wanted, Finn and Rosie were restricted from wandering beyond their track. Luckily for me, the juiciest worms lived in the soil just past the limits of the invisible fence. I needed to quicken my pace.
By Kale Sinclair5 years ago in Fiction
Marigolds in the Storm
I found her standing at the shoreline at dawn on the first day of August, 1997. Every dawn. I had only woken up so early the second day to see if she would appear again, and sure enough, I found her at the edge of the water.
By Lizzy Rose5 years ago in Fiction
Lily of the Valley
Lily Bane walks down the stairs of her quaint home in a tangerine spring dress. The chiffon on the sheer dress danced every step she took, depicting the beauty of her appearance all the way to the end of the stairs.
By Ivy.W5 years ago in Fiction
Murray's Gall
Murray was upset, but he had to admit there wasn’t much choice. Margins were slim, they were going to need to cut staff, & Corbin just wasn’t cutting it anymore. Mistakes on his reports, work not getting done, coming in late, leaving early, the number of sick days…. Murray liked the guy—everyone seemed to like the guy—& he’d done what he could to cover for him. But these past few months he’d been spiraling deeper & deeper into some dark place Murray just couldn’t understand.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock5 years ago in Fiction
A Fear of Flowers
Larkin was shaking with fear. A small black crate was sitting innocently in the middle of the marigold field. The marigolds were ridiculously oversized. Instead of being ankle-high, these flowers reached to her waist. Larkin believed walking a path with giant flowers on both sides was one of her challenges, but no, that would be too easy. Conquering her fear of plants was hard. Before coming to the castle, Larkin saw one plant in her entire life. Plants were so vibrant and green that her eyes avoided them.
By Toni Crowe5 years ago in Fiction
A Death Goddess' Mortal Enemy
I groaned as I woke up. The blinding purple lights surrounding me caused my headache to intensify. I tried to rub my eyes but found my hands were tightly bound behind my back. I muttered Icelandic curses under my breath, squeezing my eyes shut as if it would help the pounding in my head. I shook the loose strands from my braid out of my eyes as I attempted to stand up, but my feet were also bound. I opened my eyes and squinted, trying to limit the amount of light I saw. I found that the four walls surrounding me were covered in ornate mirrors. No wonder I had a headache. Other than the fact I had just been knocked out, the mirrors were reflecting the light back and forth in every direction.
By Greek Girl 5 years ago in Fiction
Destiny Intertwined
There thrice lived a young man whose destiny was intertwined with the fate of a young woman. This will not be your typical love your story because love was not what kept these two constantly meeting; but the promise to kill each other once and for all.
By Gracelee Campbell5 years ago in Fiction