Young Adult
The Forsaken: Part 2
Howling winds rustled the high tree tops where Lucas hid from the world. He spent two days with his nose in books, sipping scotch, and grasping the tasks before him. Archbishop Rogers insisted Lucas rest up and prepare for the coming fight. How the archbishop thought he’d get any sleep was beyond Lucas.
By The Man Behind The Mask2 years ago in Chapters
Grieving The Dead, And The Living
As I pulled up to the cemetery, I felt a sort of dread in the pit of my stomach. I hardly ever went there anymore. It was hard to. Losing my brother still weighs so heavily on my heart, even now. But I felt a little better about it this time because Eric would be there with me. I figured, at least I wouldn’t be alone.
By Jaye Ruggiero-Cash2 years ago in Chapters
WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN BOTOX AND FILLERS
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By Ihsan Faraji2 years ago in Chapters
Love’s Canvas: Our Story
"Can love ever suddenly burst into existence, or does it quietly mature within the heart over time? Perhaps it's akin to a crystal-clear liquid within an unfamiliar vessel, evolving its essence while its appearance remains unchanged. I'm uncertain about the alchemy of love, but someone entered my life like an unexpected storm, and I'm eager to narrate that tale"
By Noor Mohammad2 years ago in Chapters
The Siren's Call (And the breaking of My limitations)
I had never seen the Atlantic Ocean like this before. Rich blue waves crashing against rocky cliffs and arches, while small Iberian hares munched on the wild grass that rippled along the winding hills where a single paved road ventured through. My face stared inches away from the glass window, mesmerized by the scenic views surrounding the little black car I sat in. My Uber driver, Adao, sang a Portuguese song on the radio in a low mumble to himself.
By Amelia Carter 2 years ago in Chapters





