Series
The Visitor
Gretchen Hammond had finished a tough day on the farm. She had help, but on many days, it was still overwhelming. Having a three-and-a-half-year-old did not make running the small farm any easier. After dinner, then getting little Henry to bed, doing the dishes and straightening up, she sat down for seemingly the first time since rolling out of bed just before sunrise.
By L. Lane Bailey5 years ago in Fiction
Old Man Thatcher's Barn
Moonlight filtered in through the gaps in the boards of the ancient barn. Dust stirred in the breeze and danced through the beams. Squeaks and groans escaped the old boards making goosebumps rise along Lily’s arms despite the late august heat. The abandoned farm equipment threw violent-shaped shadows that danced menacingly with the sorrowful song of the barn wood. A shiver ran down her spine as she heard something stir the hay and wheat that was strewn around the old dirt floor. She held her breath and tried to make herself even smaller in what was left of the stall she hid behind.
By Rugergirl225 years ago in Fiction
The Old Barn
That old barn was my saving grace, and it wasn’t until much later that I learned just how true that was. I had been walking for hours when I first set eyes on it. The rain had stopped long ago, but I was still dripping wet; my body couldn’t separate the sensations of water falling from my hair, from the tears running down my face, and the blood pouring from my wounds. The closer I got to that old barn, the more it seemed to tower over me, and the slower my pace became. Far off in the distance, it seemed small; but once I was standing in its shadow, it was mountainous and grand.
By Maeple Fourest5 years ago in Fiction
Not easy to forget
Not easy to forget Kitti Marshal -1 Iqbal and Raji were going to India together even after the divorce. Iqbal was now staying with Satbir. Satbir came to drop them off at the airport. Raji had some ancestral property in India. He asked Iqbal to accompany him, and Iqbal agreed. After all, he was also associated with their daughter Meera. He didn't want Meera to think wrong about him. That is why he is always ready to help them.
By kuljit mann5 years ago in Fiction
The Box
"I told you it was going to rain, but no, we had to take this hike today." Lucas was completely over his best friends' constant need to keep moving and active 24/7. Sure, he loved going on adventures and being active but not every single day and especially not when on vacation. All he wanted to do on this rainy day was relax in their rental cottage with some hot chocolate with a book or a movie by that massive fireplace, but 'that's not what we are on vacation for' as Blake had so nicely put it. That's how the two found themselves stuck in an abandoned barn while a particularly bad storm hit.
By Tylor Jessica 5 years ago in Fiction
Living Dead Girl
Lark's blue Mustang sped down the street and onto the highway, heading Northeast. In the backseat was her duffel bag full of clothes, in the passenger seat sat Trey, and in the back of her mind, Gisele lingered. Trey seemed proud of himself as he packed his cigarettes and lit one.
By E. M. Otten5 years ago in Fiction
This Somber Road, My Last Companion
Let a spindly line of murky water drip onto a barren patch of prairie earth, watch it suck in the dust, and it'll look almost like an old highway forgotten by its masters - that's where our story begins, on a forsaken highway leading off to an unsettled horizon. Come down a little closer and the ants and bugs crawling around that sorry little trickle start to look like vehicles, mechanical workhorses trotting off toward that horizon on bald tires with the hot wind eking its way through cracks in the windshield. Go down further, and you'll start to see people - the masters of those machines, and others with only their two feet for guidance and a pair of good thumbs that maybe they can use to claim a ride for a little while. Each of those people has a story that's nothing less than his soul, and if you ask with a gentle tongue and levy a fair offer, he might just share it with you.
By Andrew Johnston5 years ago in Fiction
Stargun Smuggler
Wasting no time after leaving Orion, Zoey made her way to the cockpit with haste initiating the take-off protocol; the engines came roaring to life. It was a lengthy process getting all the necessary components ready and working, along with countless fail-safe checks for safety. Once the spaceship's systems were fully operational, the craft shook violently as it slowly lifted off the ground with downward thrusters. Lurching forward immediately increasing in acceleration as the main drives took over the workload; from the landing/take-off engines. The spaceship moved through the sky faster than lightning.
By Fantasy Writer5 years ago in Fiction
Chapter one
I listen to the energy in the water. How it flows freely within this realm and through us all. I feel it everywhere I go. I see the fear within anger. I see the hope inside love. In this I find pieces of me. I find visions within imagination and failure. I feel faith like a promise. It all definite in silence.
By Samuel Bitner5 years ago in Fiction
