Latest Stories
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BRALLON FOREVER
Brendon and Dallon have been going out together for a few months now and they decided to get married Brendon decided to ask Dallon he said babe i need to go get something from the shops do you need anything from the store and Dallon said no babe it is ok and Brendon said ok I will be back soon and with that he left and went to the mall little did Dallon know that Brendon was getting an engagement ring for Dallon and he just thought that Brendon was getting some groceries they needed.
By Nell Dennewad5 years ago in Fiction
Feathered Hope
First quarter, waxing gibbous, full moon. Lady Luna watches from the sky as she always has. The phases are only perceived from the planet, of course. A person standing on the Moon sees the same phases, in reverse order, on the glowing blue planet below.
By Krystal M Thompson5 years ago in Fiction
Fallout
It was her seventeenth birthday. She looked at her phone: 4pm exactly. Her face fell. Her best friend was right; this was a practical joke. She wondered if the cruel video of her standing in a park looking like a dork would be seen by everybody at school.
By Jason Goldtrap5 years ago in Fiction
After the Flood
The world didn’t end with war or viruses or alien invasion. There was no fires and brimstone, or the arrival of four horsemen announcing certain doom, as the world simply ended in water – major earthquakes under the oceans caused the tectonic plates to sink and the oceans to rise. Coastal cities sank in minutes, mainland suck in hours, while those lucky enough to live on the higher regions had days. Still, humanity stood no chance in surviving.
By Jayden Blue5 years ago in Fiction
The Locket Society
The locket clinks to the floor as it falls out of her cold, dead hands. She lay there, motionless, blank stare in her eyes. She brings my body count up to 367,892. I put my gloves on to retrieve the locket and put it back in its case. I don’t want to have to keep killing innocent people like this, but I was chosen, so I must fulfill my duties.
By Isabella Gurley5 years ago in Fiction
The Strength
As the sun started to sink, Garreth De’Zairo and his cousin Lukius De’Zairo rode up to a cluster of standing stones that were covered in ivy. Garreth removed his helmet and ran a hand through his sweaty sliver-white hair. There is no way this is the place, he thought to himself. He dismounted, landing on the ground with a loud thud and the clanking of armour. The feel of his hair standing on end caused a shiver down Garreth’s back. He reached up, working his fingers around his bronze ribbed horns, and flattening his hair back to normal.
By Valarie Graham5 years ago in Fiction
The Key To Mirah
I still relive the vibration of the alarm reverberating through the city walls, before the sun even had an opportunity to flicker on what was left of their freedom. Father always advised me I never had to fret about the attainment that was ahead of me, like the others, though I never really understood what he meant until that painstaking night, bolting out of bed, petrified of the commotions besieging us.
By Candice Vega5 years ago in Fiction
True Colors
When Sienna was born, she was merely yellow-brown. Her furless skin matched the rough clay of the canyon walls where her family lived, and as she toddled, naked, it was nearly impossible to find her. Slowly, as she grew in the warm sunlight of the canyon, the sun’s rays turned her skin to a golden, rich caramel-like color, and her fur grew in to match. It was then that she was named - Sienna, a lush burnt orange that glowed with each sunset and sunrise. She could be found teetering on a ledge, much to her parents’ dismay, when the first morning rays hit, raising her tiny spindly arms upward.
By rani Jayakumar5 years ago in Fiction
Keepers of the Heart
August 1 2016, 9:19pm Father Del spoke to his children at the dinner table, “Our ancestors passed down tales from generation to generation, and today I share with you children the prophecy as it has been shared to me.” Father Del Harper was a tall man of medium complexion, his eyes sharp and slice right through you seeing the very depths of your self. His smile warm and violent, which fit his demeanor the way he remained cool and calm what seemed to be all the time. He stood with long lanky arms with what had to be mittens attached to them for hands the were so big and strong. He was one of the thin but unnaturally strong types.
By Charles Walton5 years ago in Fiction
