Love
Barns and Heavens
Gretchen stood just outside the crumbling door frame. The faded red paint cracked and peeled away from the wood siding of the ancient building. The windows were busted, littering the overrun grass with shards that threatened to cut anyone who got too close. The sliding door hung awkwardly, the rollers rusted and broken now. She could hear the floorboards straining to hold their own weight. The harsh wind whistled through the multitude of cracks in the walls.
By Amber Toney5 years ago in Fiction
Kissing Jacob Jones
It was the evening before the big night and I found myself in there again. The barn, quite cold this late in the evening, was almost ready for the annual Dolesdale Dance. Popcorn streamers, flickering lanterns, and the half-hidden smell of manure filled the wooden space. The empty barrels used for feed were cleared out to make room for the band and finger foods were set to be served at the back corner, where the dogs couldn't reach. And though I'd been inside preparing for hours, I couldn't wait to return the following day at 6:15 p.m. sharp to welcome the whole town myself.
By Sarah Said5 years ago in Fiction
HOT TOOTHFISH CHOWDER
“I don’t want to have this conversation now” I said as I picked up another used coffee cup. The kettle was boiling. I picked it up and poured boiling hot water into a plastic cylinder which stood atop a cup I just washed brandishing the Australian Flag.
By Luke Lawson5 years ago in Fiction
Just Relax. Everything is Going to be Fine
TW\\ panic attack “Just relax. Everything is going to be fine.” “You don’t know that” I huffed, sitting on the blue sofa in front of me. I sank into it, and allowed myself to be swallowed in. Nothing about this situation was going to be fine.
By Lindsay Dewolfe5 years ago in Fiction
