Young Adult
Cloud of Pink
Her neck was stretched back and to the point of exhaustion. She was beginning to feel the way people do when they sleep a little too long in a car while trying to replicate the effects of a pillow with a lousy seatbelt. But she paid no mind to the discomfort. Her eyes were set. Fixed. Centered almost on the motions of the blossoms. The way the wind carried them from side to side. Falling like thin pieces of paper. She had missed it, the day of full bloom. But to her the best part wasn’t seeing them bloom, is was watching them dance their way down to the earth.
By perla rodriguez5 years ago in Fiction
Meant To Be - Part I
Celia Thomas - Present May 1st, 1986, Thursday Erika and I crammed into the lift, between men in iron-pressed suits, who smelt of coffee. I fiddled with the hem of my pinstriped skirt that matched my oversized blazer. Erika had on a similar combo, but hers was navy. The mandatory skirt or dress rule never seemed to bother her. She liked the way they made her legs look longer.
By Issie Amelia5 years ago in Fiction
Fate Caster
Fate Caster Chapter 3 Raven Last night I found my sister Ozelia sleeping in her bed, weak but recovering. Whatever strain of scourge this is is nasty, but so far, not fatal. Thank God. My chest tightens as I think about what I would do if Ozelia had died. She’s my last remaining family member, well here at least. I tamp down thoughts of never seeing my father again. He’ll be back soon I keep saying. He’s been away for months at a time before, seeking specialty books. But it’s been six months now, and I’ve begun to worry.
By Mandy P Valdez5 years ago in Fiction
The Dream Net of Maggie Zoe
Cassiopeia and Pegasus, meteor showers and shooting stars, the vastness of the Milky Way and beyond; I do like the view from my window. We're the lucky ones they tell us in school, we're one in a million. We have the golden ticket. Except I was one of the "lucky" born with this golden ticket.
By Liz Santis5 years ago in Fiction
Tales of Bette: Tylor & Bette's Date - What Went Terrible?
Bette on It: Weird Adolescence. 7th Grade. An Excerpt... Saturday December 26, 1998 "That wasn't cool what he did," of all the people who could have been nice to her in that moment, Tylor was not the person she expected.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her5 years ago in Fiction
The Riding Lesson
“I dare you.” Two girls stood, jostling each other, on the cracked ramp leading up to the old barn behind Grandma John's house. Weed trees, grass, and stubby poison ivy were growing up in the gaps between pieces of concrete. The massive barn door, its wheel still on the track, had faded red paint in places on the rotting wood. Nita put an eye up to one rough crack to get a glimpse into the interior. Nothing could be seen inside.
By Natalie Wilkinson5 years ago in Fiction
The Art of Getting By
The man sitting across from me - Gabe - has asked me a strange question, "you always been this beautiful?" he says. I laugh to myself, a montage of my week plays in my head like a movie reel. Unwashed clothes scattered across the floor; my long pale fingers sifting through them, checking for stains. Unkempt hair, and the collection of used mugs organised in a straight line across my coffee table.
By Rachel M.J5 years ago in Fiction
Pretty in White
“It’s horrid. Hideous. You can’t get married in it. I won’t let you,” he insisted, tail whipping behind him furiously, left to right like a metronome. His stare was yellow and unblinking, his pupils thin and sharp. He sat perched in the rafters, watching me from above. I laughed.
By Mina Wiebe5 years ago in Fiction
