Teens Stories

This is the true story of vampires in the world today. You probably have heard all the stories about the centuries old vampires, who live forever once they have been bitten by another vampire. And they cannot be killed, except by a stake through the heart, or maybe cutting their heads off and keeping them separate.This story began many years ago when Vlad the Impaler was ruling over Hungary and fighting off the Turks. The...

A troubled teen walks the street in fearPainstaking screamsthat only she can hear. Strung out on drugsfearing death no moreWishing to rememberthe life she had before. A big, strong handreaches down from aboveEmbracing her tortured souloffering, his never-ending love. ‘Take hold of my handlet me show you the pathTo free you of this anguishand live in the precious aftermath.’

Fade's P.O.V. As the my brother and Alexis stood there I could not help but miss William. I knew that I was not supposed to be thinking about him, but he was to me as Alexis was to Jaden. Seeing as she was forbidden to think about him, it's a good thing that being mostly an elemental gave her the ability to hide her thoughts from the pack. As if hearing my thoughts, my brother looked up from where he and Alexis sat. He ha...

Today's news ...... Hands in pockets Head down Moves through crowded halls  Hey did you hear what happened His dress of like those around him Blends in but is ignored  Yeah wonder why he did that  Side glances of nose up Turn their back Crude smart cracks  By the way who was he  Inside aches to belong Knowing he never will be a part of  You know what's his name  Lonely left out not of the grid A misfit non feeling nothing...

The Drive In By Tony Radford Some friends and I were driving by when we passed the old marquee and it spelled outright that the show that night was a flick we’d planned to see. It was ’69 and the storyline – starring Fonda, Jack and Hopper, was a tale of blues and a Cajun cruise on a patriotic-chopper. Our plans were set – that night we met at our normal rendezvous, then we climbed aboard my souped-up Ford to catch the gr...

As little girls we are given pretty little dolls to play with in order to nurture our natural motherly instincts. Sometimes the dolls would cry, perhaps even wee their tiny plastic diapers. We would nurse them with bottles that magically refilled themselves, feed them with plastic food that never had to be prepared, and bathe them without fuss. Best of all, when we were tired of playing Mommy, we simply put baby down for...

Chapter One: Ninjas and Knives Most teenage girls would scream if they woke up to find a ninja assassin in their bedroom. Alexandra just grinned. Finally, someone thought she was important enough to kill. Judging by the ninja’s heavy tread, he had more muscle than skill. She watched him hunch over and edge closer to her bed, noting how he nearly tripped over a stack of her textbooks. He might be wearing the traditional bl...