Barbara Hart
Bio
Ancient words flow through my veins, born into the life of a storyteller. It’s only a gift if you use it freely.
Stories (2/0)
The Last Skate
I wasn't born with the perfect figure or the best coordination, but my dream was to be an amazing figure skater someday. So, my parents knowing what the cost and requirements chose to invest in having a property with a pond, so I could skate on it during the winter months.
By Barbara Hart3 years ago in Fiction
Marigold
In the year 2089 there was no more viable drinking water. The air was full of toxic metals and chemicals that were not safe for any form of life. Everything that was good was lost. The few people who found a way to survive no longer live on the land. They were forced to live on ships orbiting Earth, being powered by the sun. Humans saved what seeds they could to try and create a sustainable food sources in space, but everything else was gone.
By Barbara Hart3 years ago in Fiction
