Young Adult
Rush
Chapter One Just Another Sunny Day "Riiiiing!" I jump out of my desk as the school day ends, nearly forgetting my bag. I make it to the hall just as it begins to fill with students eager to leave for the weekend. Maneuvering my way quickly through the throng of hoodies and letterman jackets towards the double doors: I, Myah Rush, am on a mission.
By Dominique Stedge5 years ago in Fiction
Rush
Chapter Two The new guy The next two weeks leading up to the big night merge together. Between soccer, homecoming court practice, and spirit week, it is all just chaotic. It's finally Thursday, and homecoming is tomorrow. As I walk to chemistry, my last class of the day, I begin to get the eerie feeling that someone is watching me again. Glancing over my shoulder, I see the creepy guy from the parking lot walking behind me! Here. In the hallway of my school. I take the long way around in an effort to lose him, and by the second turn he is gone. Rounding the third corner, but still looking over my shoulder, I collide face to chest with a brick wall. "Oh babe, I am so sorry!" It's my brick wall, my sweet Leo. "Are you okay Myah? What are you doing over here? Don’t you have Chem right now?"
By Dominique Stedge5 years ago in Fiction
Our Secret Hideaway
Migrants came through our little town of Baroque every day. They carried with them the burdens of the places they had left, all cities that had been charred by the spread of wildfires or the complete destruction of power grids or even the rampant threat of unseasonal blizzards. Their faces were drawn and tired, shoes becoming worn from the miles-long journeys, and the children too were laden down with whole lives crammed into backpacks and sacks.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Fiction
The World of the Golden Locket
It has been 532 days since this all started. The day was just like any other, or so that's what everyone thought, including me. At first, being only 16 at the time, the end of our world didn't seem so bad. It was freedom. Without the government telling people what you can and can't do, as a 16-year-old girl, all of that just seemed perfect. However, without rules, the new world was complete and utter chaos. Sure, people could do what they want without consequences. Unfortunately, that also meant that stealing what you wanted and fighting to obtain it was also allowed now. Murder, to survive, became a common occurrence. It didn't take long to figure that out for me, everything was a fight. Everyone was at war with everyone else.
By Brianna Payne5 years ago in Fiction
The End
The world looks different now - duller. Like one of those old world photos, the western style ones you’d get taken at a theme park and then would put in a draw for years to grow dusty as forget about it. That same coating of dust is everywhere, it saturates the surfaces of our town, thick and powdery, footprints cut through it and it almost makes me laugh. It reminds me of the first snow of the year when everyone would race outside to their gardens to leave defined footprints. Snow doesn’t fall these days. These days the world only has one setting; hot.
By Karla hardiman5 years ago in Fiction
Second Star Chronicles
The Cut He looked down at his body and saw the red. Not the red of his long coat, an elegant saffron, but a deeper crimson. Wet and flowing. The din of battle that had once rang in his ears faded to a soft song of swords and cannons as his comrades and crewmen were being put to the slaughter. He had never seen the attack coming. None of them had.
By J. Robert Hall5 years ago in Fiction
The Facility
Every day was the same. Wake up, do the work in your sector, go to bed. The rules of survival were simple: Do NOT go outside. The facility was the only safe place. We had to tell them everything that was going on, including our mental state. It was my appointment soon. I wasn’t sure if I should have told them that I kept having the same recurring dream. I kept seeing the woman in my locket but I had no idea who she was. I don’t know why I wore it but there was something in the back of my mind that wouldn’t let me take it off.
By YesItsMocha5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Light
Ravi looked around him at the devastation the earthquake left. Like a gaping wound, the earth oozed out debris and soil. His heart felt crushed, very much like the scene he found himself staring at. Why didn’t I listen? Blaming himself for not heeding any warning as many anticipated the end. He reached into his pocket and opened the heart-shaped locket. Once a pleasant token of devotion, only now to be a painful memory of what once was. How can life change so quickly? All his loved ones were gone or missing. As far as he was aware, he was the only one left behind.
By Em Schutte5 years ago in Fiction
Akiko And The Kasa-Obake
Akiko was seven years old when his Ojiisan and Obaasan (grandfather and grandmother) came from Tokyo to live with him and his parents in San Fransisco. Akiko was a rather shy child and had never met his grandparents before, so having these foreign strangers suddenly living in his home was rather difficult from the start.
By Juliette McCoy Riitters5 years ago in Fiction
Time to Leave
"Please put that down, I don't want to die because you don't know how to handle dad's old hunting knife." James looked over his shoulder, scolding his younger sister. Jenni carefully set the knife on the beat up wooden table and tried to hide her shame.
By Ember Gray5 years ago in Fiction
