Young Adult

Madalynn
I loved the sound of car accidents, don't ask me why, but something in its unsettled breath of metal, glass, and impact made me feel an awakening of higher purpose, like I was in on the joke, far off, a spectator of omnipotence, of obsolescence. I met Madalynn when our cars crashed on that rainy day down by the pond. The accident itself was slower than I remembered, not ephemeral at all because something stayed with me as all that glass sprinkled upon my face like a beautiful wonder of timelessness, some memory of her face flickered for a distended amount of time, right next to me, even though she was a few feet away, in her own fucked up car, going through her own panic of things. My head flashed with quick and bright colors, and I did not even feel any pain. Nothing major had happened, it was just a big mess. It was her fault too, the accident. She did not stop when it was her turn to stop and I was, at the time, reaching for a CD, my mind in other rebuttals. Then it was all over. I found myself outside, sitting on the grass with a face full of glass and distortions. I felt the loose sun entering the little red holes in my face, sizzlingly. It had been a nice day a second ago, cooler even.
By Justin Fong Cruz5 years ago in Fiction
The Phantom's Note
Kailey shifted uncomfortably in the hard plastic chair of the waiting room, valiantly trying to control her breathing and ignore the excited chatter of her classmates. After eighteen years all they needed to do was make it through the next few months, pass their final exams and they would finally take their place as adults and contribute to the well-being of their society. Jealousy gripped her. She should be as enthusiastic as them, but her carefree attitude had been stolen from her months ago.
By Emma Brown5 years ago in Fiction
Hearts of a Phoenix
The sound of chickens clucking away were the first sounds that woke me. The sunlight streaming in through the open window kept me awake, tossing and turning to get back to the sweet realm of dreams. My body aching from the past few days of non-stop trudging, through the muddy plains from the Ruined Lands to my quaint little village.
By Simon Prout5 years ago in Fiction
Stem
Her heart was beating too fast. Rather, the heavy glass dangling from her neck was pulsing more intently than she’d ever felt before.
By B A Berry5 years ago in Fiction
The things that remain
The locket wasn't much to look at, it was worn with it's silver finish having been tarnished time and time again. It needed a good cleaning, but in these days of hand to mouth living, nobody thought about trivial matters such as those.
By Emerald Athena5 years ago in Fiction
Do I Wanna Know?
Her skin reminds me of a perfect porcelain doll, the kind that are collectors items and never are taken out of the suffocating packaging.
By Ivy Raye5 years ago in Fiction
Gone Days
She stared through the dark hole. Whenever the clouds cleared overhead, she spied the littered sky with tiny... Tiny—what’s the word? She squinted in the dark as she lay on a half charred, spring-barred mattress upon a broken bed; bathed in little moonlight.
By AveA5 years ago in Fiction
The Strangers Bench
"Oh, what a day!" a man says as he sits down on the bench, "it’s after midnight, a bit late isn't it?" The man states looking at the teen sitting next to him. Broken from her daze the girl looks at him and replies "Oh, uh yeah I just needed a minute". Without breaking the focus of packing his pipe with tobacco the man says, "I'm Gus". Watching as the almost hypnotized girl replies " Hi I'm Liz". "What brings you out at such a late hour Liz? To the park of all places" Gus asks as he laughs and lights his pipe. "I mean, your parents must be worried?" Gus continues. Liz folds her arms, looks at the ground as she uses her foot to draw in the mud and says "with how much they are fighting, I doubt they even know I'm gone. Which does not even make sense, they aren’t together anymore".
By Tyler M McGuire5 years ago in Fiction
Bevin Come's Out to the Kids
“Jade…um…Bevin…you two need to get to the basement!” Mom’s voice rang out from the main house. A snarl vibrated from her voice. I could tell she was close to shifting and wanted all the kids in the basement.
By Huckleberry Rahr5 years ago in Fiction
The Botton of the Ocean
Floating. I am floating. The water soaks my clothes and I am lighter than air, bobbing around in the darkness behind my closed eyelids. I hear my name being called and submerge myself, feeling the cold envelop my body. My throat burns and my lungs scream for air but I stay as long as I can. The voice is gone when I resurface, and I float once more.
By Heather F5 years ago in Fiction
I Dream of Gurney.
March 22nd??? Nothing. All I hear is nothing. Am I forgetting what it sounds like to think because thinking is all there is? The silence is loud and the darkness bright. I still open the curtains each morning expecting a hot and sunny hello. Instead, I am met with a cold “to the abyss you shall go.” Darkness seems to be usurping change as being the only constant. Without morning there is only mourning.
By SolSong5 years ago in Fiction
All That Remains
“Keep up, for God’s sake.” My scruffy chestnut hair scratches against the skin of my cheek as I turn to look over at Amara. She is struggling to keep up and we both know that it is slowing us down. It hurts to watch her drag her frail body over towards me and I know she is trying her best, but the glint in those pale blue eyes had long disappeared, along with that cheeky smile that stayed permanently plastered to her face when we were children. Ah, children. Technically Amara is still a child. But the past 3 years had aged us well beyond our years and there was no more time for childish antics.
By Emma Q5 years ago in Fiction