Young Adult
The No Doze Cafe
Everyone had some kind of super power. When you hit puberty, you had to declare what your power was and it's printed on your drivers license when you get it, like needing contacts or glasses to drive. These powers range anywhere from teleportation to invisibility and everything in between.
By H.C Harper5 years ago in Fiction
Summer
It was a hazy late summer day. Leon stood in the field under the beating sun, the tall grasses brushing against his face. He felt the earth baked hard as rock under his feet. It was too hot to be out. All the grown-ups were inside, lounging lazily about, draping themselves over couches and chairs. Leon didn’t mind the heat, but he was alone outside, in a huge empty stillness that really wasn’t still because of the constant droning of the cicadas. He went back to the house, his feet padding lightly on the uneven ground. In front, the hounds lay in dusty depressions they had dug in the hard-packed earth. Up on the porch, the men sat drinking hot, black coffee in the shade of the sagging roof. Min sat on the front steps, drawing in a jade-colored notebook. She had nothing to do now that Jack was lying upstairs in a dark room with a bandage wrapped around his head. None of the other children were in sight.
By charlotte meilaender5 years ago in Fiction
“5”
All I have left from her is a wooden heart-shaped locket I made her while I was in my timber post. She was one of the chosen ones and I just stood there watching them take her. My feet were grounded to this place. It has been six months now and every time I walk past the wall I wonder about the terrors she might be enduring.
By Alexandra Garcia (She/Her)5 years ago in Fiction
Dream On
Annabelle picked her way through the rubble, wrinkling her nose at the stench wafting around her. Sometimes it smelled like dead fish. Other times, like rotting animals. Often, like feces. Today it seemed to be everything at once. It was the place where people dumped and burned their garbage. Once a gated, private community, it was now filled with torn down fences and broken homes with swimming pools cracked and filled with growing weeds. She’d never lived here Before, but frequented it now, After.
By Kelly J Perotti5 years ago in Fiction
Return to The Manor
As I open my eyes I realize that something has gone terribly wrong. I am in complete darkness, instinctively I reach for my necklace but only feel the chill of my skin. My heart and mind begin to race where am I and what has happened. Every memory I try to draw upon as to why I have or how I have become trapped in this room is so hazy.
By Sandy Jabour5 years ago in Fiction
Dying is hard
I don’t remember what day it is, I stopped counting, I also don’t know where I am, I don’t know where I am going, and the thing that haunts me the most is I can’t remember the last thing you said, all I have is this heart-shaped locket, memory is a cruel tormentor, for whatever how long it has been since the event, the death of every living thing that speaks in my city and I am starting to think in the entire country or maybe the world, I have been plagued with the burden of remembering. like that day at Pont des Arts in Paris, where you refused to follow the footstep of every other couple whoever stepped in the most romantic city known to man, you refused to get a lock and instead you got a locket, I remember we almost got into an argument but before I could get irritated, you put the locket around my neck and said wherever I am is where you want your heart to be.
By Banji Coker5 years ago in Fiction
Madalynn
I loved the sound of car accidents, don't ask me why, but something in its unsettled breath of metal, glass, and impact made me feel an awakening of higher purpose, like I was in on the joke, far off, a spectator of omnipotence, of obsolescence. I met Madalynn when our cars crashed on that rainy day down by the pond. The accident itself was slower than I remembered, not ephemeral at all because something stayed with me as all that glass sprinkled upon my face like a beautiful wonder of timelessness, some memory of her face flickered for a distended amount of time, right next to me, even though she was a few feet away, in her own fucked up car, going through her own panic of things. My head flashed with quick and bright colors, and I did not even feel any pain. Nothing major had happened, it was just a big mess. It was her fault too, the accident. She did not stop when it was her turn to stop and I was, at the time, reaching for a CD, my mind in other rebuttals. Then it was all over. I found myself outside, sitting on the grass with a face full of glass and distortions. I felt the loose sun entering the little red holes in my face, sizzlingly. It had been a nice day a second ago, cooler even.
By Justin Fong Cruz5 years ago in Fiction
