Matt scanned the misty, Irish seascape, his mood getting darker with every second. Where was that assasin? His boss should have known better than to hire HER. This was real life war, and she was just a mere child. Ok, she was thirteen. But still.

Finally, a figure appeared, jogging towards him with impeccable ease. At last! Glaring at the ninja-clad figure, named River, that trotted up to a sto...

I stumbled exhausted through the growing inches of snow. Man! I was grateful I’d brought proper gear, because instead of just cold to the bone, lost in the woods with no food, I’d have been dead in the woods instead. Hm. Actually, I’d rather be dead than where I am right now.

My breath, mist in the freezing air, accompanies several crystals of ice on their drifting journey down from the gloomy wh...

A girl.

A boy.

In a downpour.

Both with umbrellas.

The girl’s umbrella flew away.

The boy saw and offered her his.

They accidentally brushed hands as she stepped under the cover from the rain. Looking at each other, startled, they smiled nervously.

It was the start of something....

A tense whisper echoed in the dimly lit alley. “We need to get out of here, now!”

The speaker was Jessica Aynes, a sixteen year old girl who was sick and tired of being prodded and poked at, studied for ten years of her life. She was one of the rare people who had magical powers— chikamago, if she remembered the term right. She recalled the day she was taken away quite well. She was sitting in th...

“I… I love you, Hal. I will always love you. I loved you ever since I met you.”

Hallie, sitting on the boardwalk beside Madison, looked up. “I can’t believe that the feeling is mutual…” she smiled sweetly. “I love you too, Madison.”

“So what happens now? The Captial will never accept us, and we’ll be forced to marry boys we don’t care about.” Madison looked sadly at the water shimmering below th...

Name: Wild Kids

Sientific term: Homo enfantei wildosa

Pronunciation: home-oh an-fahn-tay wild-oh-sah

Description: grown wild kids have the appearance of a thirteen year old, with hair and skin colour ranging as differently as humans’, about four to five feet tall and with tails. They wear clothes of animal fur and are known to carry weapons such as bows, arrows, daggers and slingshots. They trav...

I sat in my older sister’s car with the engine idling in front of a red light. Thing had been red for like five minutes. At this rate I wasn’t gonna be home until six, and my mother was making those famous burritos. I really wanted them. I sighed. To pass the time, I switched on the radio. My sister gave me the evil eye but allowed it after I switched to her favourite station.

The radio person wa...

The hooded figure slid the bag across the table. You peer inside. “Where the hell did you find this??”

“I have my secrets,” the black-clad thief and spy says. “Do you want it or not?”

“I do, but—“ you bluster, “I can’t very well— the thing was in the temple and there’s been no reports of it being stolen! Is it even genuine?”

“You’d be surprised about how many fakes have been made,” they snicker, “...

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Ruby glanced around nervously. She did not like this.

She was a Girl Guide. First Lindsay Guides, to be precise. It was late September and Ruby was having a sleepover with her friends (all in Guides) Gemma, Bethany, Hailey, Piper and Jamie when her mom got an email from their guide leader Bluebird about a corn maze challenge. There was a new corn maze in town and Bluebird was ...

More specifically, taco beef. It smells so appetizing, and when I smell it cooking, it takes me back.

I remember my mother cooking meat for our tacos -we eat them like burritos, but she calls them tacos despite my reaserch on Mexican cuisine, which i find annoying and endearing- and grating cheese in the kitchen as the dusk makes the outside just barely dark enough to know night is coming— that ...