Young Adult
Mercury Bluffs
Chapter 1 September 4th, 10:22 A.M. State Beach, Martha’s Vineyard Blood-curdling screams rode the crimson waves and crashed hard against the hot sand. Two of the three teenage lifeguards on duty began to pierce through the chaos with their Kiefer Pealess whistles, alerting any remaining swimmers that there was a shark in the water. Beach goers of all ages were suddenly thrusted into a panic as they rushed to gather their scattered friends and family members in desperate attempts to retreat to the safety of their vehicles. Beyond the red buoys which marked the limit for all swimmers, Bree scanned the water with her Marine Rescue binoculars and saw three gray dorsal fins breaching the roiling water indicating that these were now hunting grounds. They were tactically circling a lone sloop which didn’t appear to have any souls on board. Bree’s heart quickly sank to the depths of her stomach, fearing the worst.
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Rent's Going to Be Late (Again)
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By Janine Walker5 years ago in Fiction
A Delightful Calm
Courtanae sipped her second energy drink of the morning and braced herself for her first call. So far her day had been about as eventful as the stale luke warm water in the nearby office water fountain. Courtanae didn't realize it yet but her day was about to get a whole lot thornier.
By Tiffany Gordon5 years ago in Fiction
Etched Stars
The universe is a cold, dark place. It goes on, forever, and ever, and if you’re not careful, it can suck you away, erase you from existence. There’s nothing that can change the fact that one day, the stars will go out, one by one, dying as they fade from the sky we so desperately love. We look up and see death, the slow death of the universe as stars explode, or get swallowed up by black holes, or get overrun by alien races we know nothing about. And yet, we wish upon these stars. We look up, and we see hope. We see life. We look up at the stars to escape the lives that are so desperately clouded in darkness.
By Jordan Dugdale5 years ago in Fiction
I Promise I Will Always Be There For You
To my greatest treasure, so precious and forever grateful to have in my life, Norah. Before I get into any recent events, I need to apologize. There hasn't been a day that I haven't noticed how sad you've felt and how frustrated you've been with everything. I may never be able to fit in your shoes perfectly to understand exactly how to hurt you've become, but I know enough to know you're broken.
By Umama Zahir 5 years ago in Fiction
The Reckoning
The Reckoning It was late April when Winnie’s turquoise thunderbird sped down our dirt road in a cloud of dust. The sky was blue, bluer than a robin’s egg, and the grass was still damp from the storm the night before that had all of us huddled in the cellar. I stood on the front porch and watched her with my arms crossed over my chest, loose dress tickling my ankles.
By Marissa Green5 years ago in Fiction
Mariposa and the Marigold
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By Mimi Sonner5 years ago in Fiction
My Guardian Shark
Marty the stuffed Great White Shark had been by Celeste Bloom’s side for as long as she could remember. Being that Celeste was only five years old, the time spent with Marty hadn’t been long. Marty slept in her bed, the soft fabric that held together his cotton insides always soft and comforting to Celeste at night. More than this though, Marty made Celeste feel safe as she slept, and as she moved about the world while she was awake.
By Chloe Medeiros5 years ago in Fiction
Member of the Guard
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By charlotte meilaender5 years ago in Fiction
The Magical Teenager
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By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Fiction
