Young Adult
Quartz Quarter Plans
Lelia lingered at the school gate, waiting for Tanner. Students pushed past her, laughing and making afternoon plans. Lelia glanced down at the heart-shaped locket at her neck. Absentmindedly she snapped it open to reveal the watch face underneath. 3:05.
By charlotte meilaender5 years ago in Fiction
Gusts
The people she works with are not her friends. Her job is cruel. Her dream is selfish. She was feigning sleep the entire ride. The others believed that she was trying to avoid talking to them, just another example of her tasteless, antisocial behavior. That wasn’t the case at all; she was in fact counting the seconds until her next breath. The stale, musty air that the air-conditioner was pumping out was testing how strong her gag reflex was. Eighteen, nineteen, twenty - inhale. She was cringing on the inside, by being around these people in close quarters. The ones from the Fourth State were dirty to her.
By Camila Salinas5 years ago in Fiction
The Rebellion
She pulled me for what felt like forever. The wind felt like needles brushing up against my face as we ran through the icy midnight woods. My legs hurt and my feet were numb from running in only socks. We finally stopped in the middle of the woods. I watched the heat in the air disappear and reappear as I panted trying to catch my breath. She handed me Aiden, my brother, and started to dig into the snow and dirt along with four of our other neighbors. The rest of us just stood there shivering. It was dark with only the moonlight from the full moon to guide us. I begged her to explain what was happening in a whisper, but she kept demanding I be quiet.
By Vic Grantling5 years ago in Fiction
What Happens After Dark
Today is the 20th Anniversary of when we finally found peace in our world. It's not something we celebrate. Simply, something we acknowledge. I'm tying my shoes while uncle Red tells me in a low voice: “Ya know, Jill, your daddy was involved in that dispute all those years back.” Red has a toothpick between his massive buck teeth. “Oh, hun, don’t listen to him. We don’t need to be talkin’ much about the past.” Aunt Pat waves off my silly uncle and continues to chop carrots for the stew. “Aunt it’s alright if I head to town tonight, right? I want to say hi to Billy.” Billy has been one of my greatest friends from a young age. His long red hair is what he’s known for at Study.
By Dalilah Trujillo5 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
Justin’s footsteps echoed throughout the empty city, with the crisp sound of Hudson’s whistling intercutting the desolate silence of the ominous streets. Hudson was a stocky seventeen-year-old, just older than Justin. His thick brown hair fell over his face, concealing a stupid immature grin that immediately told you not to trust him around sharp objects. Justin got on well with him, which is why they always scavenged together. Scavenging is fun. One good thing came out of the end of the world, and that was everyone’s stuff suddenly scattered everywhere. Hudson gave Justin a nod towards the sun, with a quizzical expression on his face. The shadows were thickening as the blindingly orange sun brushed gently against the dusty horizon. Justin waved him off with an expression that said “Don’t worry about it”. Justin briefly stopped and looked around the city he used to live in and thought about the last time he was here.
By Oscar Mason5 years ago in Fiction
Butterfly Effect
(Prologue) I don't know where they came from, or why they appeared on Earth. I don't know why they chose Earth. He say they aren't aliens, he say they've been here from the start. They call themselves Zeylites They were ahead of our time, far ahead. They were advanced.
By Kennya Hall5 years ago in Fiction
WHAT HATE DESTROYED, LOVE WILL REMAKE
Ryla hit the ground with a hard thud as dust flew up all around. Without a second thought, her body flowed flawlessly through her oft-trained sequence of motions, kicking her feet in a circular motion as her body created momentum to spin her upright once more. In the process, her feet struck the assailant, and knocked him over.
By Mark Wesley Chidester5 years ago in Fiction
Into the Unkown
The uncut grass felt like thorns against my neck, back, and legs. The hot sun made my skin sticky and wet, baking my body in the 105 degree heat. Flies and ants desperately hovered over me as if I were a carcass of an animal long gone. I knew she could feel it too, so why were we here? She looked over at me and smiled, something I hadn’t seen in quite a while. Something so simple, yet taken for granted.
By Jenna Robinson5 years ago in Fiction
Out of the Fire
Day 1 I was supposed to be on that spaceship, the one carrying my parents and friends far away from this dying planet. It was one of forty massive ships transporting the remnants of humanity to a newly discovered inhabitable planet in a far off solar system with a younger sun, unlike our sun that was at the end of its life. It started with the usual power outages and electromagnetic disturbances disabling cell towers and television signals. All of this had happened before. But then the air started rapidly heating up, the atmosphere giving warning that something new was taking place. The government had been preparing for this for some time, building ships and planning our evacuation. But they hadn’t yet finished their plan by the time giant solar flares began bursting through the atmosphere and burning up cities around the world. It was time to leave – immediately.
By Ashley Tilghman5 years ago in Fiction
