Young Adult
My Guardian Shark
Marty the stuffed Great White Shark had been by Celeste Bloom’s side for as long as she could remember. Being that Celeste was only five years old, the time spent with Marty hadn’t been long. Marty slept in her bed, the soft fabric that held together his cotton insides always soft and comforting to Celeste at night. More than this though, Marty made Celeste feel safe as she slept, and as she moved about the world while she was awake.
By Chloe Medeiros5 years ago in Fiction
Member of the Guard
Iveta trudged along by her mother’s side. She peered through the skirts of the other women around her, looking for the distinct uniforms of the soldiers marching ahead. There were more soldiers behind them, and here and there a few figures on horseback. Iveta wished she were traveling with the cavalry division, that was far more exciting and sometimes you could get a ride on someone’s horse, but the cavalry only joined them when they made camp for the night.
By charlotte meilaender5 years ago in Fiction
The Magical Teenager
It was a midsummer afternoon, and Jade decided to ride her bike. She put on her headphones, switched on some drop beats and rode of. She rode down country lanes, all around the houses, and down every street she could find. She wasn't the modern every day teen. She preferred big studded boots, shirts with tassels, scuffed jeans and big cowboy hats. She never brushed her hair because she liked it long and rough, and she always wore heavy sunglasses. She was riding for an hour when she decided to have a break. She stopped by the beach and grabbed a deck chair, bought a magazine about drop beats from the shop and sat and read it. She was happy in her style, though she did take her hat off because it was rather hot.
By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Fiction
Beautiful Mountain
“I’ve never been more fucked up in my life, Ian,” Mariah screamed as she slammed the door in his teary-eyed face. Every bang of his fists on the creaky door in agony felt like a mimic of how fast Mariah’s heart was beating. She regretted admitting that immediately after those words climbed out of the darkest chest in her cluttered mind and jumped out of her throat. Her lips, burning with every syllable. She promised herself, when her sister died, that she would never admit to how fucked up her life was. Nia was her new excuse to isolate herself.
By Sadya Edwards5 years ago in Fiction
Hopelessly Peared
It was the beginning of their freshman year in college, out on the quad, under the pear tree where the table for aspiring thespians sat. He’d signed up for set design, maybe a little acting. When he turned around & saw her, he looked nervous. It was cute the way he couldn’t seem to find his words, then looked down &, seeing the pencil in his hands, offered it to her.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock5 years ago in Fiction
Moon River Blaze
A change came in disguise of Ms. O'Brien dying of breast cancer last summer. Austin, the only child and last surviving member of the Renwick family, blasted indie rock on her headphones as she hopped off the city bus and proceeded through the suburban neighborhood to the house she now owned through inheritance.
By Solomon Brown5 years ago in Fiction
The First Time Again
Maybe it was the excitement of our holiday that made the shock seem greater – that and our childish delight upon entering the gorgeous wooden cabin and exploring its small yet thrilling confines for the first time. Nothing was too plain or insignificant to receive an awe-filled ‘woah!’ or ‘this is so cool!’ whether it be the woollen rugs covering the couches, the stone-paved fireplace, or the breathtaking view of the mountains from the balcony. You can never be too old to freak out about an amazing place. When there are no real adults or real kids around, the standards for what three twenty-year old’s should behave like goes completely out the door and down the road to the next town – or something like that.
By Caitlin Swan5 years ago in Fiction
Delivery Method
A small box, neatly wrapped in brown paper, sat on a bench in front of the fountain in Midtown Mall. Kendra watched a man get up and leave it behind. She had watched this same man place it on the bench beside him while he enjoyed an ice cream cone. As the crowd of people bustled past, she watched a woman in a red dress approach the package and pick it up. The woman in the red dress examined the box carefully. Kendra tapped her best friend, Chelsea, on the shoulder and pointed in the woman’s direction.
By Nicholas Kleinhenz5 years ago in Fiction
