Young Adult
The Enchanted Parchment Wrapped Box
An old decrepit cabin creeks eerily on the outskirts of a dark dreary woods, it's as if it breathes with life of its own. Windchimes jingle as they dance in the frigid morning breeze. A black crow is perched atop a post out front, his ominous stare alludes to danger to come. Four boys creep slowly towards the cabin, crisp autumn leaves crunch lightly below their feet as they apprehensively make their way closer. Hiding behind a grove of trees, they peak out to inspect the house cautiously.
By Jesse Caudill 5 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery at Hawthorne High
It's April 1985 and I'm in my Sr. year of high school at Hawthorne High and there's so much to do. I have cheerleading tryouts, Prom and graduation to think about. I'm also a little afraid of my friends being upset if I get in, not because they don't support me but I'm well... let's just say part of a different crowd. My main concern is my friend Ava. We met on the first day of high school freshman year. We met in the library, we were both in the Philosophy section and started talking. It was then that Ava introduced me to Baudelaire, this amazing French poet and philosopher and we've been inseparable ever since.
By Peggy Raether5 years ago in Fiction
The Weaver
A brief re-telling of the Myth of Arachne. There are several different versions of that myth, but frankly, few of them end with anyone in particularly positive light. Most versions focus on Arachne’s undue pride and the perceived arrogance of calling the Gods on their actions. I wanted to explore the other side, where Arachne was doomed as soon as Athena showed up, no matter who wove better.
By Natasja Rose5 years ago in Fiction
Mystery Within a Box
The last time I saw my best friend, Laura, was when I told her I hated her. That was almost a week ago. The fight we had seemed pointless now. I wished more than anything that I could take back what I said to her. My fingers were trembling as I remained seated; tears were running down my flushed face. I had to bite my cheek to keep from making any noise.
By Kellie Gilman5 years ago in Fiction
Packaged Memoirs
The post does not normally run on Sundays, but today proved to be a rare exception. It has been a year and six months since I’ve last heard from him and not, I find this interestingly wrapped package, dusty brown in color, sitting on my front porch. I cannot say for sure if it is even from him or if he is even thinking about me enough to send me an entire package. We went from sending love letters back and forth to each other for over a year to complete silence. Not a single letter, nor a note of any kind. It is like all the love we expressed to each other, all the romance we poured into each other and all through the simple technique of eloquently placed words on blank sheets of paper...never even happened.
By Dominique Whitfield5 years ago in Fiction
New Family Dynamics
Olivia Miles walked into the OceanPod Aquarium in search of something. She had heard of the story a few months ago, a female whitespotted bamboo shark that had apparently laid a clutch of eggs without any apparent fertilization. Although never having seen it for herself she had caught glimpses on the news and all over the internet. Researchers were discussing various possibilities for how this might have happened. Theories such as females with both male and female gonads, females having the ability to hold sperm for an extended amount of time, or by the newly discovered method of asexual reproduction known as parthenogenesis. Either way this news struck Olivia to the core. You see she was the child of a single parent. Her mother was a career woman who never had time to date or participate in the various steps needed to find a worthy partner capable of having children with. So, she took matters into her own hands and settled with a highly reputable sperm bank known to achieve results on their first try. Let’s just say their efforts are the reason why Olivia Miles is here today. Now although her way into this world isn’t exactly asexual reproduction, she did feel somehow connected to the pups that were born. She had to see it for yourself in hopes of finally learning to accept that her way of life can be the norm.
By Brittany Bulger 5 years ago in Fiction
Surviving the Night
"Rylan, we have to go now!" At the sound of the panicked voice I look over my shoulder I see my brother, Dean, by the automatic doors with a look of fear in his ocean blue eyes. There was only two things that could put a look like that on my brothers face; our father and the Possessed Ones. Which means we were running out of time.
By Taylor Davis5 years ago in Fiction
Jealous Barbie
Barbie Bryant batted her brown specs, twirled her jet black spirals, and made a guppy face as she applied her favorite tub of midnight blue lip gloss. She loved wearing edgy colors like blue on her lips. She had always felt ahead of the curve as far as trends were concerned. She recently learned from her well-traveled, flight attendant Aunt Zuri that Nigerian teens had been wearing blue lipstick for years. Apparently, it signified that each blue-lipped girl was single and ready to mingle.
By Tiffany Gordon5 years ago in Fiction
