Fantasy
Dusty Sunlight
I’ve lived alone in the barn for as long as I can remember. I always had it all to myself; the wide, cobwebby loft, the sunlit threshing floor, and the musty stall where the old tractor had been gathering dust for years. I could hunt for fat mice in the hay or listen to the singing of the swallows without being bothered.
By Mistcatcher5 years ago in Fiction
The Protector
Miko awoke and tried to open his eyes, but he had none to open. Great, he thought, another heartless lifetime. This would only be Miko’s fourth heartless life, but the first three had been blessedly short. Nothing topped the brevity of being brought to life by the careful hands of a master potter, only to have that life cut short by a careless kiln worker. With any luck, this form would prove similarly fragile.
By Spencer Van Leeuwen5 years ago in Fiction
Shimeru and the Queen of the Night
Flora still needed adjusting. That was what her father said at least once a day, and her mother would just nod in agreement, like she did to everything. Flora wondered just what kind of adjusting she needed. She didn’t feel like being adjusted, she just wanted to go back to the city. The farm was strange. You could hear the crickets at night, and some other awful noises that her dad said were frogs but there were too many to be frogs. She had seen frogs in the daytime, in groups of two or three at most, but at night it sounded like an army of frogs. It made her afraid to step in the grass at night, she might step on one, and it would squish between her toes and make a sound to call the others for revenge. For this reason, she had avoided going out past dark for the first two weeks in her new home.
By Charlie Jolliffe5 years ago in Fiction
The Barn Door
The Barn Door I wasn’t ready to cross over yet, but these things don’t always go the way you plan. When the Committee told me it was time, I tried to back out. But that, of course, was unthinkable. That would jeopardize the whole mission. I didn’t want to be the one to undo all the good we had done so far.
By Chel Svendsgaard5 years ago in Fiction
Horseshoe Road
When I was ten years old my family moved to a farming community so my dad could find work. I wasn't happy about any part of it. I remember fighting a lot with my mom during the day while my dad was working. That first summer I would leave everyday and wouldn't come home till I thought my parents were worried sick. There were few kids around, and the ones I saw looked miserable. All of them except Johnny. Johnny was like me. After the first round of staring at each other without saying a word like kids do, it was almost like we were brothers. We played all day and all night. I had no reason to go home until after dark. Let the parents worry. Might not make sense to kids that are happy where they're living, with mommy and daddy giving you everything you want, but when you hear all the problems your parents are having because the house you live in is smaller than a shoe box it's nice to stay away. Trust me.
By Scott Sinderson5 years ago in Fiction
Heart of Death 2
The small group, consisting of the four Navy officers, Chris Soren, Becky Par, and Jim Blankenship, had packed the night before and were ready to move out around daybreak. The loaded what fuel the community could spare, a bit of food that Lorrie packed for them, and started off north up the Kissimmee River. They moved at speed that allowed them to conserve fuel as much as possible, as they went Jim Blankenship noticed something odd about the wildlife on shore.
By Clay Wilkinson5 years ago in Fiction
