Young Adult
Damaged Hearts
How peculiar, she thought and flipped the filigreed heart back and forth between her fingers. She never saw anything like this before. Her fingers rubbed over the bumps created by the fancy design. It was silver and could bring her enough money to eat for the week or at least food and a crappy place to rest for a day, maybe two. The extreme cold weather was on its way and anyone without shelter was doomed to freeze to death.
By Francine Lee W5 years ago in Fiction
First Love
I remember the summer I turned 14 and discovered girls for the first time. The fateful night in question my friends and I were sitting upon a hill watching our favourite band through the coming dusk. From our vantage point, we saw the stage lights of red, yellow, blue, and green begin to flash rhythmically across the heads of the enthusiastic audience.
By Paul Douglas5 years ago in Fiction
Odin’s Child: A Review
I have always enjoyed fantasy stories, especially those that are grounded in real world mythology. I especially have a special affinity to the Norse pantheon, with their dark symbology and mystical connection to their gods. So, finding a book like Odin’s Child, which takes a rich cultural mythos and weaves a dynamic and compelling world of characters, is a glittering gem of a treasure.
By Warren Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
One Bite
The sound of fingertips drumming against the unforgiving surface of the table was the only sound in the otherwise empty room. Jolie looked around, as if she expected someone to step out of the shadows and tell her what to do. What shadows, though? The room was stark white, blank in every corner, only shadowed where she sat upon a tall chair at an equally tall table.
By Heather Miller5 years ago in Fiction
Bull Fights and Dad Dates
This would have been the day that Liz McIntosh, the cute sorority hopeful from my Freshman Seminar class, had been willing to have lunch with me. I had received another phone call that very morning, prompting me to change our plans. Liz was as understanding as she could be when I phoned in my regrets to inquire about changing to dinner instead. However, the sorority did events at night that sort of required the pledge hopefuls to attend; but we could do breakfast in the morning.
By Kent Brindley5 years ago in Fiction
