Fantasy
The Old Barn
I loved the crowded urban neighborhood I grew up in, so I was angry when my parents moved us to the rolling hills of farmland that was outside of outside of the tiny town of North San Juan. Looking back as an adult, I can see the allure. The place was paradise and very affordable, especially compared to the city. But as a 15-year-old, I felt like my folks had dragged me to the middle of nowhere and I was not happy about it.
By Chel Svendsgaard5 years ago in Fiction
The Shift CHAP.2
The voice makes him stumble back; he braces his hands against the wall. "This is just a dream! All I need to do is wake up!" His thoughts scream. Scrunching his eyes closed he tells himself to wake up, when he opens his eyes, he sees that he is still in the bathroom. He looks up seeing that the face is still in the mirror, it grins back at him shrugging.
By Alexander Washington5 years ago in Fiction
In The Old Barn
Behind our old house lay a big, empty field. At the very end of the field lay a big old barn. It’s painted red, with a big wide wooden door to enter. The only problem was, I’ve never been there. I’ve always been too afraid. We moved in about six months ago, and since making friends with the locals in the area and the neighbours, they all warned us to stay away from it.
By Mariam Naeem5 years ago in Fiction
Steven and Gloria
It was a dreary cloudy day when I came into the world. I was so happy to find that I had this old rickety barn to keep me dry. There were other little ones clucking around me. A strange human came by and threw down some sort of food because the young ones clucking near me when crazy up to the pile and started dipping their faces into it. It was nothing like I had expected from inside my egg.
By Crystal Dawn Lesher5 years ago in Fiction
An Amber Night
Jim Prescott sat alone at the bar, staring into his glass, nearly drained of the rich, amber liquid. He picked it up, swirled it around momentarily, then drained it. He motioned to the bartender for another. He sat waiting, wanting nothing more than to drown out his thoughts and feelings. He wanted to escape. Though the dive was plenty full of other patrons for a Wednesday, Jim felt isolated, alone. This was good, he thought to himself, this was right. He should be alone, cast out to sea, and stranded on an island made of sand whose grains were his mistakes. He chuckled at that, nearly guffawed in fact, thinking about how the island would be boulders instead of the fine sand you’d expect amidst turbulent seas.
By Anthony Criswell5 years ago in Fiction
Heart Strikes Ten
My feet firmly situated where Kelsa left me, I took in my surroundings. The small room was bathed in flaxen sunlight, as if filtered by a massive tree. The small sky lamps allowed the light in, but not the heat. The slight breeze from the wall aerators cooled my damp skin. Not like the aerators in our muddy huts, when they functioned properly. Those only blew the insulting scorched air. I still couldn’t shift my stunned limbs. Eyes drifting to a corner, a raised pallet nestled between the wall and a table holding a lantern and a small quarto. It was a portrait of comfort. Following the wall beyond the table, I see an opening leading to another area.
By LENORA QUARTO5 years ago in Fiction
Fire Soul Part 6
Taelryx Entombed, crippled, and powerless in the dark, Taelryx kept its eye fixed on that tiny flame. As it became accustomed to this new situation, it could see that it was just a candle. Rather small, the mottled wax did not take the shape of a stick, just a formless pile. Barely enough fuel to keep the fire burning. Taelryx wondered who lit it, and why.
By Jacob Montanez5 years ago in Fiction
The Special Light
Terry’s favorite was always macaroni and cheese, but only the Kraft Deluxe brand with the dinosaur shapes. He could eat that golden goodness three times a day. His parents, however, felt he needed more balanced nutrition. For most other children, the introduction of new foods is slow but usually successful. Eva and Greg tried everything they could to entice him to try a carrot, but he just gave it to his brother.
By Barb Dukeman5 years ago in Fiction
