I Am Ten Novels & Stories

"Alright, hit me with your ideal day off. What makes it perfect for you?” A warm smile bloomed on my face as I drifted off in thought. Thousands of possibilities swirled - a hike in nature, a day at the museum, getting lost in a good book... Suddenly, a memory surfaced, vivid and clear. "Well," I began, leaning forward slightly, "when I was ten, I was utterly obsessed with books. I'd disappear into stories, practically living them. Dad used to chase me away from the dinner table because I'd be reading with a forkful of pasta halfway to my mouth!" A chuckle escaped my lips, the memory still bringing a smile. "Even now, there's nothing quite like getting lost in a captivating world."

Luka- The scene that now laid before me was that of a park, where Zane and I were playing at. Except instead of being adults, we were just two bratty little ten-year-olds. At first, I was nothing more than a spectator, only able to watch what was happening around me, but still having the ability to think as an adult. “Are we going to play or not, Luka?” Zane asked, throwing a basketball in my direction. Just like that, I couldn’t even process anything as an adult, as I became the ten-year-old version of myself.

I was just ten. I remember when I met Aiden and all that transpired with him and then Zemia and soon enough the last day I saw him flashed before my eyes. I felt like a rock hit the side of my head, I squeezed my eyes together and clenched my fist in pain. Slowly and carefully my eyes opened.

"They gave us each this weird shot, making promises of a better life, and better health, but it almost had the opposite effect. Many of the people became ill and started to have health problems, and then some of them went mad, much like the guy there with you. Though he was already here when I arrived. And already crazy." She made a gesture with her arm, and I realized how slim and thin it was. There was a reason that I had thought she looked like a pile of rags. Because the clothes hung off of her so loosely that it was easy to lose her in them. Her head even seemed much too big for her teeny body. "How old are you?" I asked softly, scared to hear the answer. "Ten," she said with a small sm

I thought the adult part though was a bit excessive until my mother ruffled up my hair like I was still a toddler. Sasha had been right. I was ten and I needed to have the talk.

She had lost a lot of weight, her face was pale, and she had lost her usual radiance. "Zoe," Vicky greeted hesitantly. I nodded as a greeting. "I have something to tell you." She caught up with me. "Can we talk?" We were silent; the closest of friends were now like strangers. Finally, she spoke first, "I'm sorry. I know it's no use saying this now, but I really regret it." I looked at her, suddenly remembering the little girl who handed me a lollipop 20 years ago. I asked, "Vicky, do you remember the promise we made when we were ten?"

Beg him. But even after her mom died, when she had nothing left—she still didn't come back. Mark's voice cracked. "I hated her for walking out over money... Everything I did, I just wanted her to say she still loved me, that she still—" "Love?" Mandy shot him a look like he'd lost his mind. Her eyes were red, voice sharp with a bitter laugh. "Mark, ten years. Every damn second of those ten years—when didn't she love you? Tell me that. How do you even deserve—how do you deserve someone like Jenna loving you that long?"

That night wasn't going to happen again in this life. I went home and dug out my old diary that I'd hidden in a deep corner of my wardrobe. I was ten years old, homeless and wandering the streets at night when Graham—18 at the time—took me in. He was cold and aloof with everyone else, but he was very gentle with me. I knew that I had fallen in love with him when I was old enough to realize it. However, it was a secret that I could never reveal to anyone else. I grabbed the diary and tore it to pieces, shredding every page. Then, I threw the scraps into the toilet and flushed them down.

I watched the clock tic-tock as I drowned myself thinking about my life. I flashed back to my childhood. The weather reminds me of the day I had my first kiss, if it was actually a kiss though. I was Eleven, my parents had gone out that afternoon. I live in a bungalow with my family. We had not fenced our house because it was a safe environment.

she said in all seriousness while looking at her sister in the not so far distance away from us. "But ten is far too young for me, Adrina!" I said with a slight horror evident in my voice. I want her to understand what I just said but she is just too serious for my liking. Or perhaps, everyone here, too, thinks like I do. I wanted to laugh and tease her but I changed my mind. Her stare is not helping either. I thought she was just seven or eight because she is much smaller than the children I know at her age. "For me, my age is not that young anymore, Aliara. I'm ten," she said with conviction and finality. I cannot help but just shake my head.