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Unknown markings
It was long after the end of the war that I decided to go back to the old barn by the house in which I grew up, back in the days when it was still primarily occupied by hens and chicks, and one feisty rooster who would cry loudly throughout the day when I would least expect it. It used to scare the living daylight out of me, I was just a small child back in the day, and would only venture into the barn, terrified, to pick up the precious eggs from the hens' nests once I had deemed it a safe distance away, that would let me run back to the house before he could get to me.
By Laureline Landry3 years ago in Fiction
Still Standing
Veronica wore an invisible veil that covered her excitement as she walked back from Mr. Rays appraisal shop. The news she would share with her family had been baking in her belly for years. But how? Should it be over dinner? Her mind raced with perfect scenerios on how to unfold the truth about her families heirloom.
By Oandhi Brown3 years ago in Fiction
The Cold Barn
The Cold Barn Waking up to a beam of sun burning through his eye lid, John could already feel the pain in his bones. Attempting to stretch his legs he felt his foot brush against his sister’s head. He could feel her begin to squirm around, because of his actions. I best get up John thought before I wake them all up. He looked around at his family all huddled together in the hay. He could see the snow coming in through every hole in the wood of this old barn. He walked over and moved a bale of hay out of the spot where there was a huge hole and headed through the snow towards the field. He could see that there was no hope for warmth today, because no one had dropped any wood into their yard. Some days other people in the village took pity on them and would give donations of food or wood, but this snow had made it so it had been many days since they had any sign of help.
By Deanna Williams3 years ago in Fiction
The Magician's Trick
“Dad, dad! Tell us the story! Pleaseee!” My son was pulling on my pant leg with beaming eyes, hopeful that I would tell the story to him and his two friends. I chuckled and nodded, “Alright, alright, sit down you little nugget.” I roughed up his hair, “I’ll tell the story.”
By Katie Shay3 years ago in Fiction