Young Adult
The Museum of the Lost Girls Life
Marie Wildapple spent the first ten summers of her childhood cradled in Veilwood Valley — a place where the air always seemed to shimmer with secrets, and sunlight slipped through the leaves as if it had somewhere important to go.
By waseem khan3 months ago in Fiction
#8 Scrape's Fate.... Top Story - December 2025.
Squire "Ski" Reynolds still couldn't believe his eyes. His cellphone news feed just revealed that Scrape Norwood had been gunned down by a SWAT team member and subsequently lost his left leg during a shootout with police yesterday morning while attempting to rob Ganola Bank, the only Black-owned bank in the State of Washington, at gunpoint. Two members of Scrape's crew had also participated in the foiled heist.
By Tiffany Gordon3 months ago in Fiction
The Abandoned Puzzle Room
The abandoned Puzzle Room has been abandoned for years. Many years. I’m too old it seems. I use to play on it. I’m now 521/2years younger old. It was closed down very years prior to people’s who just gave up. Gave up on life!! They throw it everywhere. Too me, there were many signs. Always I used to sneak out and go down there. I found it. It used to be my refuge place. A place where I’d add to pictorial visuals. I always said I would one day put the world back together. And I sure could keep it secretly to this day.
By Rachael Frazier3 months ago in Fiction
Truthful Girls
A young girl named Cassie was just a normal high school student. She made two new friends, Rose and Natasha, who were transfers. They were involved in rumors, secrets and they kept things about themselves a secret so it won’t jeopardize their friendship. Years after graduating from high school, they led very different lives. Cassie has a daughter and son. Rose has two girls and a boy. Natasha has two boys and a girl and her mother would often visit her. Cassie’s husband is serving overseas and writes to her, their son James and daughter Miranda. Rose’s husband is a newspaper writer and gives advice to their oldest daughter Francine, middle son franklin and youngest daughter kelly. Natasha’s husband is an author and places his books for their oldest son, Martin, middle child Belle and youngest son brian.
By Forest Green3 months ago in Fiction
A Spark Within. Top Story - December 2025.
This was written for John and Paul's unofficial challenge :) (Now I know what you may be thinking...I'm not the one that rises in the morning with a big smile plastered to my face and my work is generally darker in nature, BUT, I hate to be told what to do or what I can do, hehe, so I chose to do the uplifting part not the critique. That's all the warning you get.)
By Heather Hubler3 months ago in Fiction
From the Journal of Tristen Kevin McConnell. Top Story - November 2025.
Body trembling, yearning palpable, I gingerly reach out my hand. Nerves jangling, I stretch forth fingers. Slowly, gently … fearfully … I touch the door. Cool. Metallic. A safety door. Sealing out horrors.
By Andrew C McDonald3 months ago in Fiction
The Room of Forgotten Lullabies
Half-open windows let in a dull grey light that had replaced the sun hours ago. The whole house felt suspended in a slow breath, as if holding itself together just long enough for someone to dare breaking the silence. I stood outside the old nursery, fingers brushing the wooden frame that still had dents where a tiny hand once knocked from the inside. Those knocks never reached me in time.
By Salman Writes3 months ago in Fiction
When Tomorrow Arrived Too Soon
I woke to the sound of my phone buzzing, a shrill interruption I hadn’t expected. It was too early, and the sunlight hadn’t yet spilled across my room. The message was from my brother: Call me. Now. My heart thumped, a hollow echo that ran down my spine. He never texted like that.
By Jhon smith3 months ago in Fiction
The Room No One Enters
The taint of death lingered, even after every physical remnant had been cleaned away. Floors could be scrubbed and disinfected, carpets replaced, tiles and boards scoured, bodies removed... but the feeling remained. An odd miasma of horror, shock and bone-deep grief, tinged with the knowledge that no human had set foot in the room in years.
By Natasja Rose3 months ago in Fiction
