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A Farm In The Country
“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you. ‘Ol Red doesn’t take kindly to strangers.” Micheal was caught off guard by the voice coming from behind him. He hadn't been back to his hometown in just over 12 years. Not since both his parents were killed in a car accident but felt compelled to come back when he heard that Uncle Zack had suffered a stroke. He didn’t really want to leave the town that he grew up in but after his parents died, there were just too many ghosts for him to stay. Those same ghosts also kept him from coming back. At least until now.
By Albert Melissen3 years ago in Fiction
Pennificence
Penny knew that Ralph should be home with the kids by the time she got there. He had arranged his schedule so that all this school year he got done with work at three in the afternoon so he could pick them up. He also took them to school in the morning. He was pretty much kid-erific—strict, but also a lot of fun. He had boundaries to keep them safe, doing well in school, & playing nicely with others. But within those boundaries he allowed for a lot of wiggle-room. He rarely got rattled with them.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock3 years ago in Fiction
Raging Bull
It was 2021, a pivotal time in the world. Travel restrictions had just been lifted. My three childhood friends coordinated a visit to our hometown. Philomena, the philosopher, Axel,the astronomer, Eddy, the economist and I, the writer, had worked to maintain our special bond with each other.
By Katherine D. Graham3 years ago in Fiction
A Somber Road Ahead
Marisa took the long way to her mother’s house. It was normally a two hour drive and Marisa had no qualms about making it a three hour drive. She had many issues and questions she didn’t want to think about at the moment. A beautiful respite through the countryside provided a calmness her conflicted mind needed for the coming weeks ahead.
By Nancy Gwillym3 years ago in Fiction
Grandpa, Goats, and Me
“Wake up, Addie, It's five in the morning.” I slowly lifted my eyelids and allowed my retinas to adjust to the darkness of the living room where I had made my bed. The air mattress had deflated as a result of my restless sleep that night, and it hugged my body, tempting me to stay in the warm indent. But I had promised my grandpa the day before that I would go with him to learn how to milk and feed the goats, no matter how early I had to get up. So, I rubbed the exhaustion from my eyes, and took a deep breath before throwing the warm, inviting covers off of my legs, and exposing my skin to the biting cold of my grandparent’s cabin.
By Adriana Katriel Brown3 years ago in Fiction
The Big Find
I've got three things to do today, the first one being I've got to find my son. The lawyer didn't know if he still alive or not, but he did have the address to where he lived the last time they had contact with Matthew. The next thing was to go to the Flower shop up in Barsstown. Lawyer Marsh told me to go and see if everything was the way I'd like it ran. I could change it or keep it the way it was. The last thing was to come back and make my will .
By Nelly Black3 years ago in Fiction
Heirlooms
I didn't know what the animal on the vase was until we broke it. I didn't think Mom did either, but apparently it was some sort of family heirloom. She didn't deal too well with my retort that it would have been nice to know which items in our household are of major value.
By Bonnie Joy Sludikoff3 years ago in Fiction
Beautiful Hard Road
They had been driving the Alaskan highway for two days, along winding roads that hugged rugged mountainsides, and Wren did her best to take in the beauty. Each curve they rounded revealed a new panorama of vast wilderness—huge swelling hills, crystal-clear lakes that glowed aquamarine against their rocky shores, luscious green valleys and an endless sky.
By Kate Sutherland3 years ago in Fiction
Angus and Duke
There was a family in Scotland that had a mean bull and a friendly bull. The mean bull's name was Angus, and the friendly bull's name was Duke. The family was the McDonald family which consisted of three boys and two girls. The boys' names were Duncan, Malcolm, Rory. The girls names were McKenna and Lorna. They were a well to do family. All of the children were well-behaved. They loved living in their beautiful country. They enjoyed wearing the Scottish kilts and enjoyed dancing like the Scottish people do. The McDonald children had many friends that they played with. Games the Scots and the McDonald children played included marbles and a game called British Bulldog. The boys played football, and the girls played a hopscotch game. They also played a game called plainy-clappy. They bounced a ball against a wall while singing a chant with actions. A normal bounce against the wall was plainy. On the next bounce the girl clapped her hands before catching the ball which was clappy. One more game the children played was What's The Time Mr. Wolf?
By Darla M Seely3 years ago in Fiction