Young Adult
A Lasting Storm: Chapter 6
The mind sometimes tricks people suffering from stress, sleep deprivation, heartache, and pain. Too many curveballs can cause any or all of those things to happen to someone. In this case, Jim was in the throws of each, the only problem being that he didn’t know how to deal with them. Partly because he didn’t feel he had the time.
By Jason Ray Morton 2 years ago in Chapters
The Intriguing Role of Memes in Shaping Pop Culture
In the modern maze of the digital age, an unexpected phenomenon has emerged to captivate minds worldwide: memes. What began as simple online humor has transformed into an influential cultural force, intricately woven into the fabric of contemporary pop culture. Beyond their surface-level humor lies a complex world of social commentary, humor, and a reflection of our collective consciousness.
By Stone Chen2 years ago in Chapters
Life's Maturing Ingredients
Draped over the lamp shade, a tassel acknowledged Nuosirdus’ moral academic obligation to society ‘completed’. Shining down, an illuminating bulb brightened the report card confirming she did everything correctly in the socially sanitized, contained classroom.
By Marc OBrien2 years ago in Chapters
Driven
So, I didn’t think I would write anything for this challenge, because the premise feels weird to me. When is the middle of my life. Has it passed? I hope it’s in the future. But here is an anecdote from a comment I left on Leslie Writes’s story, "Who Taught You How to Drive?”, about how I learned to drive.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Chapters
Chapter 3: Long Live The 7th Queen
Be sure to Read First: Prologue // Chapter 1: The Queen is Dead...Again // Chapter 2: The Ball Iris looked up into the night sky, her golden eyes narrowing. Beyond the fog of evil that lingered in dense clouds above the castle, the moon glowed brightly, creating a hazy red glow around it. It was at its peak, and already the creatures in the golden cages were reacting to its call.
By Hope Martin2 years ago in Chapters
The Sand Pit
I can’t possibly write about my life without mentioning the sand pit. Across the white sandy road I grew up on, there was a vast field of weeds we called the "Great Waste". Tall clusters of yellow and green weeds swayed in the summer sun for as far as the eye could see. On the other side was another road; one with sparkling beach-white sand, leading down to a sand pit.
By Veronica Coldiron2 years ago in Chapters
It Wasn't Me
One thing you need to know about me is this, I never lie. With me, you get the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth, so help me, well I don’t believe in God, but you get the idea. Whether you like it or not. No weaselly denials from this guy. No sugar coating or lying to save your pretty little feelings. Want someone to make you feel better? Comfort you with the lies you tell yourself so you can sleep soundly at night? Find some other sad schlep. I got integrity. I have balls. I have the right to tell this story. And this story, my story, is a story of murder.
By Rachael MacDonald2 years ago in Chapters
