Love
The Patient's Plea
I As the day came to bloom, one Grace Swanson washed herself in the tide of the sun’s last cadences before it left for the wings. Its grandiose, vermillion light let the walls of her hospital room possess a warm fragrance of meditation, kept in time only by the audible measure of her heartrate. Such tranquillity as this was enough to beckon a knowing smile from the elderly woman, expelling the creases in her face only to accentuate her eyes – a rare shade of sapphire - and indulging in a particular kind of elusive harmony that can only be found in one’s own company.
By H. R. M. Laventure5 years ago in Fiction
Homecoming
Preston walked up to the old barn with a nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach. His sweaty hands were shoved into the pockets of his bomber jacket. He approached the weathered barn door with it’s peeling paint and broken slats. It was slightly ajar, and he slipped through the cracked opening, hoping to achieve the element of surprise.
By Amy Writes5 years ago in Fiction
Eddie’s
It’s so easy to get caught up in your surroundings during the fall living on the west coast. The air continuously smells of coffee and aroma spices that add to the ambiance of the leaves and changing colors. Every experience in Ashland, Oregon during this time feels romanticized based on your surroundings as the sun sets and rises on endless fields and mountains around our humble communities.
By Marie Kynd 5 years ago in Fiction
A Night to Remember
I met Caleb in a small-town coffee shop on a beautiful winter day almost 10 years ago. I had just gotten off the phone with my friend, after telling her all about how I had been stood up, when suddenly there was a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and there before me was the most attractive man I had ever seen. He was around six feet tall, had long, brown hair, a hint of a beard, green eyes, and a smile that would make anyone swoon.
By Hannah Stanton5 years ago in Fiction
GRANNY'S BARN
The time is nearing for me to meet my destiny. I’ve felt responsible for her since 1st grade after Curtis pushed her down, I made sure Karma took care of him. And held her hand while she cried and we waited for Miss Metcalf to bring the 1st aid kit. Now, nearly a decade later, I’m on the cusp of a lifetime commitment to her. I will be my Love’s first.
By Timothy Kincaid5 years ago in Fiction
Flying Barn Pilots
William was 94 years old and lived in Upstate New York, with his son and daughter in law and their three children. The family took care of the farm and the old barn that William had inherited from his father John in 1991. William spent his life on the farm, after marrying his high school sweetheart Judy. They raised their two children, and then cared for his ageing parents. Judy passed away fifteen years ago. The family spent their life working the farm and used the old red barn as a gathering place for people that loved the classical planes of the 1920s. His father John, loved airplanes and shared that love with William and then William’s sons. They specialized in old relics, such as the Caustic JN-4, commonly known as the Jenny. Yearly shows were held at their old barn, utilizing the old barnstorming tricks, such as the loop-the-loops, pulling spins or barrel rolls. The red barn was home to a club called the Flying Barn Pirates that shared their love of airplanes and stories back in the day, when pilots flew wild, before flight plans, flying lessons or even radar.
By Cindy Read5 years ago in Fiction
