Stories tagged “boy”

  • A Silent World

    Harold’s world was colorful, scented, textured, and even flavored, but very quiet. Harold was born deaf. This didn’t stop him. He was up and running the minute his legs could support him. he climbed to the highest branches to see the whole ...

  • (My First Ficly Post!) My Life Would Suck Without You

    Ok, I’m here!!! Finally, right? The family is back! For the last couple of months, I have been writing and I am really eager to post them all on here, so here we go! Who would have thought That when I met you Things would turn out The way they ha...

  • The Panic Stricken Machinist

    “Wait!” she screamed from the doorway into the vaulted stone room. The sound bounced and echoed around the high ceiling and reflected messily from the huge device that dominated the far end of the room. Beautifully crafted from dark wood ac...

    • Author: dkscully
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Me & You

    With swiftness borne of habit, the pistols slid comfortably out of their holsters and found their way into her hands. She was not in the mood for such dealings. Walking out from behind the disheveled counters, she cautiously stepped around fragments of...

    • Author: NightMaiden
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • First Impressions

    He was too busy holding his head between his hands and squeezing his eyes shut, no doubt awaiting the fatal blow that would never arrive. When he realized that nothing had hurt him, his eyes cracked open and she caught sight of a dark, coal- black iris...

    • Author: NightMaiden
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Five Words

    “Cereal?” I asked, astonished. “There are hundreds of millions of words you could have chosen, and you choose cereal for a stupid game of hang man.” James smiled a wide smile, trying to get his point across…something along...

  • Gawkers

    There once was an old man with nine fingers. The children would sometimes gesture to his hand with only four and giggle uncomfortably. One day a child approached as before, a group of his friends standing a safe distance away. In a fluid motion, the ma...

    • Author: folktrash
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • A Boy Without a Plan

    I screeched to a stop on a street somewhere on the edge of town. There was an empty gas station to my right and an army of townhouses to my left. I had nothing. It was 3:00 am on a Wednesday in mid-January, and I had nothing but my car, my clothes and ...

  • Helping the Helpless

    I laid on the floor unmoving. My life was ending all around me and I was absolutly powerless to stop it. Of course, it was my fault I was in this mess to begin with. I couldn’t change anything, because I was the one who had destroyed everything. ...

  • Grandfather Part 1

    A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and a four-year old grandson. The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together nightly at the dinner table. But the elderly grandfat...

    • Author: Jack Perez
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Grandfather Part 2

    One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked “What are you making?” “Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and mama to eat your food from when I grow up.” The parents were...

    • Author: Jack Perez
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Remember Broken Promises...

    Remember broken promises From when we were kids All those it was meant to be’s All the things we did Remember broken promises Bestest friends for life? I can’t believe that I believed You meant even in strife Remember broken promises You sa...

  • Look Behind You

    The Places Nobody Is Looking are filled with strange Things, monstrous Things, though They are difficult to describe, for obvious reasons. These Things exist only in the absence of Sight. If an entire crowd is looking one direction, these Things will b...

    • Author: jesteram
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
  • Remember

    maybe one day when the world is old & gray and you’re cold & alone. or maybe, i hope. you’ll look back and find some girl quiet but kind. that girl will be me and maybe you’ll see what we could of been what we really can b...

  • Sensibility and Ocarinas

    He looked at the two girls having a conversation through the window, standing amidst the azalea bushes he had oh-so-incredibly found himself in a few minutes ago. One minute, he had been sitting on a small rocky ledge overlooking the creek that they ha...

  • Invisible

    I sat back down in my seat. My heart was beating fast in my chest. I had on a long sleeve, blue, loose fitting t-shirt and jeans. My hair was up in a pony-tail. I was trying to blend in, but everyone kept looking at me. I was the new girl, and by the l...

  • Struggle

    I kept my gaze fixed pointedly out the window. I focused on the blur of buildings, trees and hills instead of the jabs from the guys sitting all around me. When I didn’t answer to the lipstick question the boy obviously took it as a yes and slid ...

  • Such a Little Liar

    The bus driver started back towards us, huffing and gruffing. She called from mid way back, “What’s going on here boys?” The big tough guy, who was moments ago trying to harasse me, bursrt into tears and began telling the driver how t...

  • Of a Boy and a Girl [poem]

    How do I tell the story Of a boy and a girl falling in love Without describing the scent of rain: Its pungent, dog-heavy smell Making her nose crinkle, Making him laugh at her. Their steps both impulsive and hesitant On this long walk home from school....

  • Crack a Smile

    We all watched as the bus driver sat back down in her seat and started the bus again. Before moving she called back to us, “Sit yer butts down, ya hear? And no one stands up again.” I resumed looking out my window, going back to trying to b...

  • The greatest decision everr

    “It’s spiked. And you don’t look like the type of girl who can handle being drunk… No definitely not. Maybe some water?” Excuse me! What gave this random boy the right to baby me? I grabbed a cup of the punch. I downed it ...

    • Author: George
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • She is but a blind mute, and I a ghost

    The thrum of the diesel engines mixes with the hiss of hydraulics as the rolling carapace allows passengers into its warmth. She steps in on the third stop since my own boarding. She doesn’t return the smile from the operator as she pays her dues...

    • Author: TalonJay
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Something

    “Katie, where are you taking me?” We just finished dinner and were now leaving the restaurant. She said she had a surprise for me. I’m not one for surprises. “For all the years I’ve know you, you have ruined every surprise...

  • Authoritative Detective Work

    The author gave Gweneth a quizzical stare. There was something wrong here, and it was her given duty as the author to find out what that was. “Well, normally, here in this world… “Meeting your creator” isn’t seen as a good...

  • Craving bruises by sadistic companions (Mature)

    She let out a sob as the crouched by the bed and pulled out her relief… the tears ran down her face and coated the purplish colored bruises under her eye. The glistened in teh light and showed the world the truth. She lifted up her shirt and ligh...