Young Adult

Night of (Broken) Hearts
They say the end of the world would come with fire, blood, and despair. It sounds like this would involve a war, the wrath of a genie, a dragon attack, or worse, a war involving dragons and genies.
By Grant Alexander Brown5 years ago in Fiction
Auren
I’ve never felt like a hero. Heroes are people who set out for greatness; people who are larger than life. people with ambition and dreams of greatness. They give all they’ve got trying to conquer and succeed. I’ve never wanted greatness. I just wanted my life. I did what I had to. I took one step forward and then another until I arrived where I am. Stuck somewhere between worlds. Someplace I never wanted to be. People always say I don’t know how you got through it- well the truth is I didn’t have a choice. Time keeps going, whether you like it or not- whether you’re ready or not. And you either find your stride and you summon your strength and your courage or whatever it is that makes you move, and you march along in time; or you get dragged along kicking and screaming or barely conscious at all; either way, as long as you’re still breathing, you’re along for the ride. Time marches on and it doesn’t stop, and it doesn’t care who you are. Time does all the work. All I did was keep ahead of time. All I did was survive.
By Mariah Thompson5 years ago in Fiction
Heart and Soul
Four years ago Iris peered through the brush, watching her camp burn, vision blurred. The wind bit her cheeks and tangled her hair. A man was marched to each tent, leading captives, fueling the fire. Iris ran.
By Erin McGarrity5 years ago in Fiction
Girl in 'Rhood 3
My plan is simple. Sneak through the city unseen, from ‘Rhood 3 to ‘Rhood 2. Slip into the basement of the Lab, using the window that the security guard would leave unlocked. Steal the antibiotics. Then bring them home to ‘Rhood 3 and pray I’m not too late for Aspen. Easy enough.
By Caroline Elias5 years ago in Fiction
The Ground
Sasha clutched what her mother had given her in a closed fist against her chest, knuckles white. Shoulder to shoulder, bodies pushing into her as she tried to stay close to her mother.
By Emma Losin5 years ago in Fiction
Forgetting again and again
Running has never been my thing but when you’re running for your life. Well, it changes you. I’m at the back of my group, my friends ahead of me, Billie was the leader but Misty ran ahead of everyone looking for somewhere for us to hide. I turn to Toby who was helping Jessica keep moving forward, both mentally and physically, whatever they injected them with must be taking over, unable to speak anymore.
By Tuss5 years ago in Fiction
Heart
I remember when the streets were bustling with people. Workers going to and from work. Teenagers in packs. Parents chasing after their energetic children. Tourists enjoying the local coffee shops.
By Tatiana Moreira5 years ago in Fiction
Big Things, Little Things
Michael drones on in a seemingly endless mess of formalities and recounts. Sera sits on the other side of the desk, eyes stuck staring at his desk and thinking of nothing, his noise just a muffled buzz to her. For the first time in recent history, Michael looks up from the herculean ring binder, "Sera?"
By Henry F. Millerby5 years ago in Fiction
Cartographer
Harvester Although boring, this is safe and not in complete darkness. I and all other eleven students put our hands up for first preference.
By Eloise Robertson 5 years ago in Fiction
Two Hearts
My second heart is gold. At least it used to be. Now, the delicate shell was peeled away in bits, only the weak, tarnished metal peeking through.
By lianna5 years ago in Fiction
'The Rich'
“You a vagrant?” He rounded on the girl and tried to straighten an overgrown beard that itched worse than ivy. Rosy cheeks. Dirty face to match his. He hadn't even noticed her amongst the scrapheaps that lined the road leading up and over a hill – husks of antiquated tech stripped of anything useful.
By J. J. Mayus5 years ago in Fiction
A Pandemic of Love
“It’s time for you to awake, Aleta.” “Hurry up! She’s alive - get that rock off her!” A voice shouted out. I could see daylight again. The last thing I remembered was an explosion and then the sensation of falling.
By Rich Blecher5 years ago in Fiction