Adventure
The '68
The old doors rattled and squeaked as the rollers moved for the first time in ages. I winced as a musty smell of old hay, dirt, oil, and manure flew out of the opening. Dust and old wood fell from everywhere. It wasn’t my quietest moment of scavenging, that’s for sure. Luckily this place was in the middle of nowhere, and it was pretty obvious that no one had been here for decades. Rural farms were slowly making a comeback the past few years, mostly as communes, but places like this typically need too much work to rebuild.
By Robert Ebersold3 years ago in Fiction
The Secret of the Staircase
“Run Elise!” His legs felt like rubber, sweat poured into his eyes. “Steven, I can’t run much longer.” She was exhausted, the bare sun beating down on her felt like carrying 50 pounds. “We have to keep running. We can’t let them take us.” He gasped for breath, never looking back, praying they’d lost their pursuers, knowing it was unlikely. The Agency was after them, the small corporation that had slowly but surely taken over the whole world. Claiming it was for the greater good, but the documents Elise and Steven had taken proved otherwise. They wanted the documents back, and they would never stop chasing them. At the top of the hill, they saw an old barn, with no other structure in sight, it seemed the only reasonable destination. “Head for the barn!” “Are you crazy? They’ll find us there for sure Steven.” “They’ll find us sooner out here, and we can’t run forever.” “I’ll barely make it there, I sure can’t run past it. Ok” . Sweaty and gulping for air they reached the old wood doors.
By Sharon Benton 3 years ago in Fiction
True Love Was Born in a Stable
Dakota Territory 1866 Seren sighed contentedly as she drove back towards the barn. Today had been a good day, mostly because she had gotten to drive her favorite pony, Pebbles, all day while making deliveries for her elderly neighbor, Tim.
By A. Yvonne Magnuson3 years ago in Fiction
The Eye of the Shark
Jasmine lived a safe life. A safe, boring life. Her middle-class parents gave their three children the best life they could. Gene, the oldest, was the classic firstborn son who lived up to the high expectations set for him, becoming a doctor. The youngest, Crystal, had her wild period but emerged Valedictorian and joined the Navy after graduation. As the middle child, Jasmine often felt ignored and lost. She was an average student in high school and college, with no clue of what to do with herself.
By Lynn Jordan3 years ago in Fiction
Buffaloman Treasure
The Anderson farmhouse originally served as an 1868 homestead built on the hills above Walla Walla, Washington. It had been added to many times since its first two-room floor plan. It now boasted two stories, five-bedrooms, with a den, and had sprouted a long, covered porch on the south and east sides. The original barn still stood strong. Other antiquated farm buildings, however, remained off-limits, as Grandpa joked, “Their held together by all them spider web.”.
By Sam Walker3 years ago in Fiction
Home Sweet Casa
It was dark and dirty as the migrants huddled together in the dirt. Every time the grass rustled or the brush moved tension rose among them. Could the sound be an alligator or a snake? Rey Santiago, just sixteen years old, knew the Rio Grande Valley was said to have a robust population of both. He observed how Mothers and fathers held their infants and children close to their chests in a protective embrace. He felt isolated and alone.
By pamela mayer3 years ago in Fiction
Eyes Ablaze Like the Sun
Whispering wind filtered through the rough-hewn lodgepole slats. The dark sienna boards were all but rotted through, most of the white chinking eroded away. In reply to the mumbling wind, the old barn creaked and muttered, sighing secrets from decades long past.
By Jessica Stevens3 years ago in Fiction
The Cottage
She sat alone in the dark, in the early morning hours. Just listening. It was her time of the day. Before the stresses of the day weighed down on her shoulders. She stared out over the ocean, watching, and listening to the waves roll over the beach. The water glistening and sparking as the sun just began to crest over the horizon. The world, slowly coming to life in the break of day. The birds had been singing throughout the still darkness, but now the cresting sun shown over their wings as they glided throughout the crisp morning air.
By Daryl Benson3 years ago in Fiction
The Barn
The Barn Moving to a new area can be exciting but scary at the same time. It was always Jack and Jill's dream to own a farm. As soon as they started looking for land, they came upon a house that had a farmhouse and a bright, red barn. The farmhouse had been gutted for years. So they fixed that up.
By Kelly Vedder3 years ago in Fiction