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A Run Down Barn

This barn is not what it appears to be.

By Theresa EvansPublished 3 years ago 3 min read
A Run Down Barn
Photo by Asa Rodger on Unsplash

Today is the day that Tazi will discover something new and something old all at the same time. Tazi was taking a walk in the woods one morning when she came across an old run-down barn. She had no idea what was inside the barn, but she was curious, so she kept walking. When Tazi got closer to the run-down barn, the first thing she noticed was the colors. The colors were all faded and cracked. Tazi saw green, yellow, pink, and purple colors on the barn, which was just outside the barn. On the inside, the colors were red, blue, brown, and gold.

The father she walked into the barn she realized that something or someone was watching her. She instantly froze because she was a bit scared. Hello, Tazi said, is anybody here? If so, I won’t hurt you. I was walking in the woods and saw this run-down barn. Could you please come out so we can talk? Tazi asked.

One of the colors began to brighten, and she walked closer to it. She heard a slight humming sound coming from the colored wall. Then all of a sudden, all of the colors inside the barn began to sing. Tazi was confused and amazed at the same time because she couldn’t see how this was possible. She looked around her for an actual human or humans somewhere, anywhere, but there was no one. She began to leave when one of the colors spoke her name. Tazi turned around so fast that she almost fell over her own two feet. Tazi asked, who said that? How do you know my name? Where are you because I can’t see you? She couldn’t help herself. I did, the gold color responded. Tazi was still looking around the empty, run-down barn until she looked at the gold color on the wall, and she noticed that it had developed eyes, ears, nose, and a mouth. Tazi began to scream and ran out of the old run-down barn, but before she could make it to the door, the entire barn began to break out in song. The music that the barn was singing was so familiar to Tazi that she couldn’t help but stop running.

Tazi heard of the old run-down barn being a particular place, but she always thought it was another magical bedtime story that adults tell their kids before bedtime. Now Tazi realizes that it is different authentic, but the real question is who will believe a word about it? A colorful singing old run-down barn with eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. Yep her family is going to think she is nuts. For now, Tazi will keep this information to herself because that would be good not only for her but for this magical, colorful, singing, run-down barn.

Tazi knew that she had to get home soon, but she wanted to see just where this barn came from and why it is in the middle of the woods? The gold color spoke to Tazi in a tiny but firm voice. Tazi, gold said, you are not allowed to tell anyone about us because we were only sent her for you and no one else. Tazi looked confused and frightened all over again. Tazi didn’t understand any of what was going on at the moment. The gold color was waiting for her to respond, and when she didn’t, the gold color came entirely out of the wall and looked at her with these sharp piercing eyes. Tazi, gold said, you can not tell anyone about us because we are only here for you and you alone. You, Tazi, are the reason we are here now, don’t you remember?

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Theresa Evans

I am a woman on fire for the love of life and being able to reach one life at a time through my words. If I can reach one then I can teach one the art of healing one's self from the inside out all mentaly

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