Horror
SnapShot Fate
Hell is Real. Or at least that is what the sign said on our way up Interstate 71. Does that mean that hell is somewhere here in the cornfields of Ohio? How does the sign creator know it is real? I watch the sign fade away. Pressing my head against the cool glass and watching the world roll by from the middle row of our minivan.
By Tracy Ramey5 years ago in Fiction
Millie with all the freckles
It’s the smell that finally breaks me. I could handle seeing the old place again, and the creak of the ancient hinges as I forced open the doors – I could even handle stepping inside. But one deep breath is enough to bring it all back.
By David McClenaghan5 years ago in Fiction
Angelfire
“You smell that?” Jameson sniffed at the horse manure, giving Morgan a twinkling side eye, Morgan knew there was no way of disarming the loaded question, he was probably going to follow it up with some kind of defecation humor. In the vacuum he opted for his usual response; a grunt and a look that read: I am not amused.
By Dustin Scott5 years ago in Fiction
MY NAME IS MERCY BUT YOU CAN CALL ME FURY
MY NAME IS MERCY BUT CALL ME FURY (Drama) Open scene 1 Today is Saturday, July 21, 2006, the same date as the bride‘s birthday. The event is a wedding between Emma and Troy. The venue is the old family barn that has been in Troy’s family for generations. It also happens to be where Troy was born 28 years ago. The family used to be farmers that dealt mostly in bull breeding but over the years, they have become more involved with real estate business and other types of business ventures but they have kept the family barn. By the side of the barn, outside is a large pear tree that was planted by the great grandmother of the family. It is also decorated in preparation for the wedding reception. It is a large tree, by pear tree standard, almost taller than the barn. It is enough to provide shade for the 150 guests in attendance for the wedding.
By Nneka Anieze5 years ago in Fiction
The Getaway
Luke approached the old barn with a certain disdain in his eyes. The old thing was ready to collapse at this point. He figured if he exhaled hard enough it just might. Weeds and grass were overgrown all around it. It had never been painted except for the protective lacquer that had since expired. Splinters jutted out all along the eroded surfaces. Messages were carved into the outer walls. His eyes fell on several messages as he scanned the building. One read, J + B Forever, while another read, EAT MY SHORTS! Luke chuckled at that one.
By William Dean5 years ago in Fiction
The Barn and The Guide
The nostalgic scent of that old barn fills her nostrils as she opens the rotting door. So much of her childhood was spent within these wooden walls. What once felt like they towered over her and made her feel so insignificant within them were now just a memory, a rotting memory.
By Faye Smith5 years ago in Fiction
I Never Want to See That Creepy Old Barn Again
None of us had ever been in a barn before, so that was cool. But that was the only cool thing about it. Henry’s girlfriend was moaning about how we should stay in the van and wait for help. But Henry thought he remembered there being a town not too far away and we could go to the gas station and get some gas, beer, and smokes. Maybe we should have left Henry’s girlfriend in the van. Anyway, we all start walking — me, Joey, Henry, Henry’s girlfriend, and Sid. There was no town.
By Chris Minnick5 years ago in Fiction
Rita meets Sam
"Time travel is real" screamed baby Nina. "Have you finished your mashed potatoes hon?" asked Mrs. Foster. "Dad, Nina wrote on my journal. Why is she so annoying?" I yelled as I packed my bag in a rush. "She's a kid sweetie! Did you pack your lunch?" questioned Mr. Foster. "I am not a twelve year old anymore, Can you stop?" I replied as I walked towards the main door. "I'm leaving!" I screamed. "I'll pick you up after school ,Rita!" yelled Mr. Foster as he followed me. "No Dad, I'm going to movies after college. Can you for once stop treating me like a baby?" I replied as I walked towards the car. This was the only conversation going through my head when I woke up. I remember walking to the school, it was Monday. I ran towards my bed. I was looking for my cellphone. I could not find it. I tried having a peek out of the window, There were trees all around the house. I could not see a being. I could not hear Nina talking. Mum and dad were not yelling. I panicked and ran down the stairs into the kitchen. "Mum? Dad? Nina?" I yelled. Still, no one answered. I was trembling, my body was cold and I felt dizzy. I grabbed my school bag and smashed opened the door. There was a tall tree standing right in front of my house.
By Ayesha Munir5 years ago in Fiction
The Letter
“See you tomorrow!”, yelled Gavin out of the uber window. “I love you!”, I yelled back, but he was already rolling up the window and telling the driver to get out of there. The car peeled away on the wet street. I thought to myself that it was odd that he didn’t say anything back, but ran towards the door anyway.
By Kathy Saunders5 years ago in Fiction
