Young Adult
Beautiful Mountain
“I’ve never been more fucked up in my life, Ian,” Mariah screamed as she slammed the door in his teary-eyed face. Every bang of his fists on the creaky door in agony felt like a mimic of how fast Mariah’s heart was beating. She regretted admitting that immediately after those words climbed out of the darkest chest in her cluttered mind and jumped out of her throat. Her lips, burning with every syllable. She promised herself, when her sister died, that she would never admit to how fucked up her life was. Nia was her new excuse to isolate herself.
By Sadya Edwards5 years ago in Fiction
Hopelessly Peared
It was the beginning of their freshman year in college, out on the quad, under the pear tree where the table for aspiring thespians sat. He’d signed up for set design, maybe a little acting. When he turned around & saw her, he looked nervous. It was cute the way he couldn’t seem to find his words, then looked down &, seeing the pencil in his hands, offered it to her.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock5 years ago in Fiction
Moon River Blaze
A change came in disguise of Ms. O'Brien dying of breast cancer last summer. Austin, the only child and last surviving member of the Renwick family, blasted indie rock on her headphones as she hopped off the city bus and proceeded through the suburban neighborhood to the house she now owned through inheritance.
By Solomon Brown5 years ago in Fiction
The First Time Again
Maybe it was the excitement of our holiday that made the shock seem greater – that and our childish delight upon entering the gorgeous wooden cabin and exploring its small yet thrilling confines for the first time. Nothing was too plain or insignificant to receive an awe-filled ‘woah!’ or ‘this is so cool!’ whether it be the woollen rugs covering the couches, the stone-paved fireplace, or the breathtaking view of the mountains from the balcony. You can never be too old to freak out about an amazing place. When there are no real adults or real kids around, the standards for what three twenty-year old’s should behave like goes completely out the door and down the road to the next town – or something like that.
By Caitlin Swan5 years ago in Fiction
Delivery Method
A small box, neatly wrapped in brown paper, sat on a bench in front of the fountain in Midtown Mall. Kendra watched a man get up and leave it behind. She had watched this same man place it on the bench beside him while he enjoyed an ice cream cone. As the crowd of people bustled past, she watched a woman in a red dress approach the package and pick it up. The woman in the red dress examined the box carefully. Kendra tapped her best friend, Chelsea, on the shoulder and pointed in the woman’s direction.
By Nicholas Kleinhenz5 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Parchment Wrapped Box
An old decrepit cabin creeks eerily on the outskirts of a dark dreary woods, it's as if it breathes with life of its own. Windchimes jingle as they dance in the frigid morning breeze. A black crow is perched atop a post out front, his ominous stare alludes to danger to come. Four boys creep slowly towards the cabin, crisp autumn leaves crunch lightly below their feet as they apprehensively make their way closer. Hiding behind a grove of trees, they peak out to inspect the house cautiously.
By Jesse Caudill 5 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery at Hawthorne High
It's April 1985 and I'm in my Sr. year of high school at Hawthorne High and there's so much to do. I have cheerleading tryouts, Prom and graduation to think about. I'm also a little afraid of my friends being upset if I get in, not because they don't support me but I'm well... let's just say part of a different crowd. My main concern is my friend Ava. We met on the first day of high school freshman year. We met in the library, we were both in the Philosophy section and started talking. It was then that Ava introduced me to Baudelaire, this amazing French poet and philosopher and we've been inseparable ever since.
By Peggy Raether5 years ago in Fiction
