Young Adult

The Lost Children: Summer Storms
Away in the distance and across a vastness of untouched snow, two children cavorted upon the thick ice of a small frozen pond. One child, the younger of the two boys, laughed as he trotted towards the edge of the pond under the skeletal shadow of an old elm tree long dormant from the freeze of winter. The older boy reeled in the drunkenness of spinning around and around, oblivious to the actions of his smaller counterpart. The sound of a harsh winter wind gusted through, then there was silence; the laughter was gone completely and only the spinning world remained.
By Thomas Hawkins5 years ago in Fiction
cake baby
“My sister needs me to keep her stable. I could help her get better if we could just be together.” “I’m sorry miss, but we can’t transfer you. Regulations you know,” said the nurse. She was the type who found joy in regulations. The type who buttoned her blouse to the very top because that’s what the top button was designed for. She found joy in imagining the usefulness of her position, imagining herself to be ‘creating an organized and upright society, because without structure, there is chaos.’
By lolea5 years ago in Fiction
Alyssa's Army
“Wow, I’ve never seen you eat before. I didn’t think you did.” Alyssa and her ‘cult’ (they honestly might as well be) had stopped by the empty table I was sitting at in our high school’s cafeteria. Alyssa reveled in her cliche mean girl speeches; like, at least have some originality. This part had been redone countless times in all of the movies and television shows. Alyssa was absolutely breathtaking; her shiny blonde hair always cascaded perfectly over her shoulders. But she was vindictive and, to me, all of that beauty had faded away due to that fact. It’s unfortunate how a lot of pretty peoples’ insides don’t match their outsides. It’s also unfortunate how quick people are to not only make snap judgments but to voice them. It’s insane how many people there are out there who say whatever is on their mind—they really go out and choose to bring people down. I never understood why people like Alyssa would put so much emphasis on appearance. I’ve realized that high school is a breeding ground for those kinds of people. And I genuinely hate those kinds of people.
By Lena Crowe5 years ago in Fiction
Pinky-Swear
This is my retelling of a story I first heard in January of 1980 in the back of a Suburban as I was trying to get some sleep. We were just setting out on our Yankton College choir tour heading to Gackle, North Dakota. The Dakotas, January, 331 miles, five & a half hours—you’ve got the picture, right? I didn’t get any sleep.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock5 years ago in Fiction
The Decision
Between the gentle clinks of dishes being stacked, the rising steam of coffee being poured, and the low hum of water rolling down the steel roof of the diner sat a young girl with her elbows up on the table and her head in her hands. She had a soft focus on the cars pulling in and out of the car park, slowly peeking out into the cool showers of April. Her trance was interrupted when a stout woman with short dark hair framed around her tired eyes placed a roll of silverware on the table beside her. She was wearing a small white apron tied up under her sizable chest that held a small name tag that said “Sara” in faded permanent marker.
By Savannah M5 years ago in Fiction
Death by Chocolate
It had been twenty-four years. Twenty-four years since the Trunchbull had been seen or heard from; Twenty-four years since the hard glare from her piercing eyes stopped children in their tracks, or sent them running to cower behind their mother’s skirts; Twenty-four years of a secret held so tightly to a boy’s chest like a coveted prize, hidden away from those who lurked in the shadows.
By Adrianna 5 years ago in Fiction
Coco boy and the chocolate cake
It was a hot and sweaty summer morning and the last thing I wanted to do was get ready for this wedding I was randomly invited to. I am not here to ruin anyone’s special day but imagine getting married with the love of your life, your sweetheart and honey bee and you purposely decide to invite me, Coco boy. Not because I am a special person in your life but because you wanted to thank me for making a cake, that I was going to get paid for at the end of the month, anyway. I imagine the couple would did such a thing because they felt bad for me, as I was an underpaid intern at a bakery I hate.
By Alessia Mavakala5 years ago in Fiction
Maiden Ball
Laughter echoed, bouncing off the heavily decorated walls around me. Flowers, glitter, streamers, banners, the family left no portion of the wall untouched around the crowded dance floor.
By Carly Culin5 years ago in Fiction
The Halfling Chapter 2: Remembering Mama
Mama had always been Lisara's hero. She was a Curatoria after all, a female human gifted with magic and tasked with protecting halflings and vampire-kind. She had swiftly developed her combat skills and possessed exceptional potential as a Cura-in-training. That was when she had met Lisara's father.
By Jordan Hailey5 years ago in Fiction
Hand-maid
The flowers are wilting, dust is piling up, and I’m pretty sure I could use some deodorant or perhaps a shower. Maybe if I jumped off the edge of the boat house that’ll do the trick…but then I’d really have to shower.
By Aby Gravesend 5 years ago in Fiction
Just Desserts
Rowsalyne Deardonia had always loved her mother's chocolate cake. It was delicious, moist, had the right amount of frosting and it had the added bonus of being able to change your hair color for one day. She adored this as a child and would basically live by the minutes until she could change her hair color again. When she came of age she started attending the nearby academy. She was to train in military tactics and practice and learn a multitude of weapons. This incessant drilling bored her to no end as the drill instructor; an elven man of strict demeanor name Denaris, was always on her case about proper form. The only great part about the academy was that sometimes during the wee hours of the night the boys and girls in her garrison would gather around the glow of a friend’s light spell. Everyone would pool their contraband of snacks and drinks into one big pile. On One such occasion Rowsalyne had received a package in the mail for her birthday. A slice of chocolate cake magically disguised as boots by her mother. That night as everyone gathered around she had the brilliant idea to let the others taste her favorite cake. She watched with newfound glee as everyone’s hair around her changed color. Unfortunately , that gathering also ended with Denaris bursting into their domicile and seizing their horde.The next morning Rowsalyne sullenly walked to breakfast, her mood as grey as the sky. She noticed that a bunch of other students were running in a hurry to the commissary. She rushed forward as well to see what all the excitement was. As she pushed her small dwarven frame past the taller students a delightful sight greeted her eyes. She saw her drill sergeant sitting at the head table with the other instructors holding his head as regal as possible with a bright pink mane. Rowsalyne had found a new purpose in life that day. She would spread the gift of laughter with the world using her mothers delicious cake
By Luis Omar Padilla5 years ago in Fiction
I Want to Be Like You
One more piece won’t hurt is something that I had told myself three times already. I shoved the cake in my mouth. Brown pieces falling off and landing on my shirt. It already had a ketchup stain on it from my burger earlier.
By Raeanne Spoom5 years ago in Fiction