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The Barnyard Scribbler
Bio
Dingoes howl. Cockatoos squawk. I write. It is in these actions, that we are our loudest and truest selves.
Stories (4/0)
Escaping Predators
Dawn was approaching quickly. As my siblings and Mother nestled in to sleep, my Father was preparing to go out hunting for the day. There had been a strange feeling in the burrow for some time now. But it upset Mother when I tried to ask about it and Father was always tired from hunting all day. It was against our natural instinct to be awake during the day and sleep at night...so I knew something was off when my Father began day hunting. But this morning was different, this morning was much worse.
By The Barnyard Scribbler3 years ago in Fiction
Hinterland High
I walked into the home economics room and scanned around to find the teacher. Instead, I saw this girl that had something about her, a sort of interesting glow. She was sitting alongside a ‘jock’ type guy, that was pestering her to the limit. She was just trying to ignore him, as one would with a child behaving foolishly. But he was persevering through her walls of calm, and I could see everyone in their vicinity slyly watching them. It was obvious that they did not want to give this guy the satisfaction of attention, but they wanted to be witnessing when the girl snapped and clocked him.
By The Barnyard Scribbler3 years ago in Fiction
Summertime Stories
On a stormy winter’s night, two unlikely stories become one. This tale is not one that ends in tears, but one that certainly begins with them. When storms bring terrible destruction and tragedy. What do those devastated, do from there? Some fall into despair...but for other's, it means having the courage to start again.
By The Barnyard Scribbler3 years ago in Fiction
According to Beth
When the fall of modern civilization inevitably came about, millions of people struggled and died. But this story is not about everyone that was lost. They are gone…and dead people have nothing left to say. This story is about me, Beth. It’s about what I think happened and how it affected my life.
By The Barnyard Scribbler3 years ago in Fiction