Fiction

  • Clearing


    I had said my goodbyes and set out on my best adventure. I was pretty tired after last nights fare well party that my friends had put together but a coffee fixed that right away.
  • Acceptance

    The lush plants surrounding you reach their flourishing branches and stalks into the sky, which, although blocked by the thick knot of tree branches, still shines through the leaves, casting the verdant forest floor with a pleasant green light.
  • The house on my street

    Every time I walk by that house the air gets colder. It’s like time stops around that house. There is never a squirrel in the yard. The birds even fly around the house. When I walk to school I have to walk by that house.
  • Character Deep Dive

    From YWP Writer Fiona Ella: This is a template for the questionnaire I use when I’m at a stage of revising a project where I already know my characters and narrative fairly well but need to get to the next level.
  • Potter inspired


    Thomas and I were walking to class, defense against the dark arts. That day seemed just like any other at hogwarts, little did we know our lives were about to change forever.
  • not the city of omelas

    when the child was put into the room, their hair was golden and wavy, like sunshine rays. they were naked. their pupils were small and their blue irises shone faintly. the whites were stark, clean, pristine.
  • Shadow

    In every neighborhood, there is a scary house that no one would ever want to step foot in. For me, that house is right across the street. It's always dark except for a single flickering light that comes on whenever the clock strikes on the hour.
  • The Dream

    I walk upstairs and sit down at my desk. I stare down at its contents: uncompleted math homework, my book club book, textbooks and broken pencils. My backpack hangs from a hook on the wall and my laptop lays closed on my bed.