Love
Donovan's Barn
Trenton and Rachel had moved away from Taftsville 15 years earlier. They had both attended Taftsville High School and after their senior year had moved to the city to attend college. They dated throughout their college years; on one warm spring night Trenton proposed and Rachel eagerly accepted. Though they had married young, they had made a good life for themselves and their two children, twin daughters who were now 12 years old.
By Julie Buchy5 years ago in Fiction
Leaving
I was feeling blue. I decided to take a walk. It was raining, but it was only a light drizzle, and I walked past all the shops in downtown and past the river. I went past the famous Spanish bar and peered inside, hearing the faint sound of boisterous laughter and I saw couples happily sitting together nursing their homemade spun concoctions and cocktails. They famously always had Matador bull fights on all the Flat screens they had in the bar. Old fights, new fights. Fights from years ago.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Fiction
Love Will Last Forever
The barn had changed since she had last seen it. She could remember when it’d been freshly painted red, the paint had gleamed in the sun for days. Her father had joked that you could always tell who snuck out of the dance hall those days since they would always come back with paint on their clothes. Now, even the wood was faded. Had it really been so many years? Even though it had seemed like a blink of an eye, her aching bones reminded her it had been many long years since her days dancing in the barn.
By Keely Huber5 years ago in Fiction
The Longest Kiss Goodnight
I love you. I have spoken those words many times, to many different people, but it wasn’t until I met her that I realized how hollow those words rang. She taught me what love truly is, what it means to be in love, and how it feels to have that same love reciprocated.
By David Dausch5 years ago in Fiction
Heartbreaker for Hire
My name is Violet and I am a heart breaker. Like, literally, it’s a family business. We get paid for it. So that’s why it’s not a huge deal that I’m cutting a hole in someone’s skylight so I can drop into his bathroom undetected. It’s part of the job.
By Valerie Ngai5 years ago in Fiction
First last love
The old barn had stood abandoned on the edge of the property for as long as he could remember. It had never been used as far as he could tell. He didn’t even know why he stood inside it now, except he couldn’t stand another second inside that house.
By Kelly Mendoza5 years ago in Fiction
Memories of Another Life
As she drove the small rental car down the highway towards her home town, Alice really had no idea if she would be able to find the dirt road in her memory. She hadn’t thought about the place in over twenty years. It had been almost that long since she had seen the man who had put this place in her memory to begin with.
By Anna Munson5 years ago in Fiction
