Before we begin, the number next to the genres is the word count. All of this is original work, except the bit about Alicia Garza in non-fi, my friend helped me with that for a school assignment. I accidentally posted this on my alt @chocolatevibes– This is for Mythology Cabin. Enjoy!

Mystery-132
It was stifling hot in the interrogation room. The detective sat across from me, smoking a cigar and reading through a thick stack of papers.
“I’ve seen this tactic before, sir. If you think by waiting me out I’ll confess to something, then you're wrong.” I stood up from the desk and walked towards the other side of the room.
“Excuse me, miss, I’m afraid you’ll have to step away from the windows.” Oh, snap. I’d forgotten about the guards posted outside this small building in the middle of nowhere.
“Where were you during the murder of Luna Duncan?” Asked the idiot detective.
“I’ve told you a thousand times, I was at the library.”
“Are there any witnesses?” Before I could answer, another, younger detective burst into the room.
“We found him.”

Dystopian-138
The chains were starting to irritate my skin. The Village Elders had better have a good explanation for this. After what seemed like three more hours, Puah Tagalongi, chief elder of Notao Village, walked down the stairs.
“Ms. Tagalongi! Finally, someone who knows me. You’re men chained me up and put me down here! I was just walking down the street,” I proceeded to ramble about how rude they had been. When I finally paused for breath, Ms. Tagalongi smiled down at me.
“You see, Alex, it wasn’t a mistake putting you down here. I’m afraid now that you know the truth, you must stay here or die. We can’t have the village finding out, can we.” I wasn’t stupid. I knew what happened when someone opposed the government. I just never thought it would happen to me.

Poem-102
Watch the clouds go by
See the shapes
Listen to the birds
I think to myself
What is life?
Humans have destroyed
So much on Earth
So what is our purpose?
We aren’t meant
To kill
To harm
To hurt
To punish
We should embrace
Life
And stop killing
More than we need to
And cutting down
More than we need to
And taking
More than we need to
But what is our purpose?
If not to kill
Hurt
Harm
Punish
Or take?
What are we meant to do?
I sit
Deep in thought
Over an unanswered question
What is life’s purpose?

Fantasy-124
When you think of paradise, do you imagine a lush, tropical island in the middle of the ocean? I sure do. Yet, now that I’m in Brammare, a beautiful forest with no civilization in sight, I know that that’s not the case. This is paradise, peaceful, wonderful, and safe- well, maybe not safe anymore. Around me are huge trees, hundreds of years old. But there’s only one that I’m looking for. I walk through the underbrush until I finally find it. I put my hand on its centuries-old bark and feel the life flowing into my fingertips. This giant oak tree has lived through two world wars and five direct hits by bombs, but it protected this forest. Now, this forest must protect it.

Mythology-158
You look around. There are young immortals everywhere, getting ready for the last part of the Olympic Games, The Battle of the Arena. You move forward with everyone else, towards the Arena. Towards your death. The chains on your arms and legs rattle. You get thrown in with the rest of the deadly animals, separated only by a thin wall. The handlers are looking at you with pity in their eyes, wondering what you could’ve done to deserve such a fate. Zeus, King of the Gods, the most hated of all beings back in your village, booms
“Release Esmeralda, a traitor to the Greeks, the most bloodthirsty of Myrian’s, the most outspoken against the games. Let her come, and meet her fate. Let her come, and fight the most vicious of my gladiators. Let her come, to her death!”
The bars of your cell open, and you step out, into the arena, ready to die for your people.

Non-Fiction-105
In 2002 Alicia Garza (Alicia Schwartz at the time) graduated from UCSD with a degree in Anthropology and Sociology. Alicia Schwartz met Malachi Garza (24 at the time) who was a community Activist and transgender man. Alicia Garza came out as queer to her family in 2004 and in 2008 Alicia Garza married Malachi Garza and they settled in Oakland, California. In 2018, Alicia Garza’s mother died. Later in 2020 Alicia Garza wrote and published a book: The Purpose Of Power: How We Come Together When We Fall Apart, which talks about Alicia Garza’s story as an activist and shares some lessons for future activists.

Historical Fiction-164
It’s time. You leap across the border, and sprint towards the yellow house they said would be a safe resting point. When you finally arrive, you open the door and barge in, too tired to care about manners.
“Water,” you rasp.
“Anita, get our guest a small glass of water and a piece of that delicious bread you made yesterday,” a small woman with greying hair calls towards the direction of what you assume is the kitchen. You don’t hear what happens next, because you fall to the floor, fainting from exhaustion. When you finally wake up, the two women have some questions for you.
“Do you come from the south?”
“Do you have a place to live in the North?”
“Are you prepared for the slave hunters?”
“Are you going to keep following the underground railroad?”
The tsunami of questions overwhelms you, and you try to take them one at a time.
“Yes, no, yes, yes,” you say, barely keeping your eyes open.

Realistic Fiction-123
“Trumpeters, heads or tails?” The ref asks.
“Heads,” says Olivia, smirking at me. . I roll my eyes. The referee flips the coin.
“Tails.” I grin. I jog back to my teammates and tell them the good news.
“Great!” Says Courtney, my best friend on and off the field. We take our positions. Courtney up front ready for kickoff, flanked by Jessie and Charity. Our mid-fielders, Toni and Deborah, are loosening up, ready to move at moment’s notice. And, in the back, we have Dawn and Chante on either side of me, ready to block the ball from reaching Saarah, our goalie. I see Olivia across the field, glaring daggers at me.
“Ready?” I whisper to Chante,
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” she replies.

Contemporary-133
You stand on your tiptoes, trying to see what time it is. Being short has lots of disadvantages at times like this. All you wanted was some popcorn and gummy worms, but you’ve been waiting in line for 20 minutes. When you finally get your snacks, you walk into the theater. There are beautiful curtains hiding the stage, embroidered with scenes from Shakespeare’s plays. You see Romeo and Juliet on the balcony, and Hamlet talking with his dead father. The seats are dark red, with programs in a basket attached to the back of the chair in front of you. The crowd hushes, and you look up. The curtains start opening, and you catch a glimpse of a stagehand scurrying into the exit on the right of the stage. The show has begun.
Classics-147
The taxi stops at a large house out in the countryside. The driver winks at you flirtatiously, and you slam the door in his face. This guy has been following you around for ages, and it’s getting ridiculous. You walk up to the large doors and knock loudly. A butler, who looks quite full of himself, answers the door and beckons you inside. Your petticoats swish as you follow him into a grand ballroom. There are people everywhere, eating, drinking, singing, dancing, but your eyes are immediately drawn to a small door with an ornate handle. You see a maid slip inside when she thinks no one is watching, and you glimpse shelves after shelves of books. You creep in after her and choose a title off of a shelf in the back corner. You take a deep breath of the papery smell and open the pages.

Horror-104-This is from a short Halloween story I wrote,
Cory started sprinting forwards, towards the pool, towards Blake, towards The Thing, but a hand grasped her ankle, pulling her behind a grey rock towards the back of the large chamber. The girl’s eyes were glowing green. Cory leaned forwards and slapped her smartly across the cheek. Her eyes became unfocused, and then turned their normal shade of deep brown. “What’s happening?! What are you doing here?!”
“I- there’s no time. She’s coming.” the girl said.
“Who?”
“No time. We are all possessed by-” The girl stopped short. “I can’t say her name. She’s inside our heads. She makes us jump. Please, save us!”

Science Fiction-141
“You’ll show him who’s boss,” Abby transmits directly to my mind.
“No one boards like you do! You’ve got this in the bag,” Charise agrees. Apparently, she heard too.
“I’m going to transmit. You guys tell Alex to ready the finish line, ‘cause Imma blow past it before Jax gets on his board,” I say. I put on my hover-boots, the ones that connect magnetically to my hoverboard. Jax is an obnoxious boy at school who is convinced that girls should just cook and clean and have no place at the Academy. I challenged him to a race, and he foolishly agreed. If I win, he’ll lay off and let me write (in permanent marker!) ‘Girls Rule Boys Drool’ on his forehead. Once I get my boots on, I glide over to the starting line.
“On your marks, get set, GO!!!”

Adventure-132
“Alicia! We’ve got to go! They’re just over the next rise! If we hurry we can catch them!” I groan and roll out of bed-if bed is what you call a pile of moss and leaves on the floor of a cave. I grab my bow and quiver of arrows and scatter the leaves so no one can tell that we’d been there. I adjust my Nofaal, my face covering, and jog after Nala, my sister and best friend when I was in isolation. The Nofaal is made of a light, gauzy, fabric that covers my mouth and nose. I have to wear it until my 14th birthday, my Heelam. Nala already got to take her’s off, and I’ll be able to remove mine in 2 weeks if I survived that long.

Thriller-170
Her heart thumped in her chest. Any moment now, they’d be here. And then it would all be over. She retreated farther into the tunnel until her back was against the wall. Footsteps pounded against the ground above her. They were coming. She dug fruitlessly, trying to make a hole big enough to hide in. The footsteps were coming closer. She looked towards the ground, trying to look innocent enough that they would ignore her. That was highly unlikely, given that there was a trail of dead bodies leading up to where she stood. They were almost there. She looked up. There he was, master of betrayal, deception, and deceit. She looked up, claws unsheathed, a hungry glint in her eye, and leaped towards the first soldier, thirsty for blood, ready to do whatever it took to take the life of her husband, the love of her life. After his betrayal, after dunking her in the Blue Caves, corrupting her, and sealing his fate, his life would be hers. Finally.

Fairy Tales-167
John crept into the cave, trying not to wake the beast in there. Around him were gold, gems, tapestries, and priceless artifacts. He went farther into the cave, looking for the one thing that truly mattered. When he finally found her, she was curled up, her wrist chained to the dragon beside her. He walked toward her, being very careful not to wake the dragon. He stumbled over a large vase, and it fell, seemingly in slow motion. CRASH! The dragon woke up and pulled the princess to her feet. Alicia’s eyes flew open and then narrowed at the sight of John on the floor before her.
“Sweety, sit,” She said, glaring even more fiercely at John. John sat up. It seemed like the appropriate thing to do.
“Sweety, kill.” That was when John realized that she wasn’t calling him Sweety. Sweety was the dragon. John ran out of the cave like his pants were on fire, which, they kind of were, due to Sweety’s fire breathing.