Series
The Old Barn
It was obvious the previous owners had left the old barn derelict long ago. The once white fence around the corral was weathered and broken. The brownish-red of the barn itself was faded, like an old picture left in the sun too long. The main house also looked deserted. Its front door stood open, swaying gently in the breeze. The flowerbeds were overgrown with weeds, but even they were dried out and weathered.
By Mayra Martinez5 years ago in Fiction
Welcome to the Menagerie
All my life, I loved magical creatures. Every single one fascinated me. The idea of traveling into our big, beautiful world to find every kind out there was my greatest dream. I was even offered to join a group of great researchers on their travels to discover more of these unique creatures. The opportunity of a lifetime. My dream come true.
By Lydia Booker5 years ago in Fiction
The Crocknanalt Cartel
We had assembled in the solicitor's office in Cloughbann on the second Friday in July, ninety-four, six months after the funeral; me and the older brother, Cathal, and his Pill of a wife, Carolyn. The will was read, we signed some papers, and the deed to poor Uncle Seamy's house was handed over.
By Conor Darrall5 years ago in Fiction
The Visitor
Gretchen Hammond had finished a tough day on the farm. She had help, but on many days, it was still overwhelming. Having a three-and-a-half-year-old did not make running the small farm any easier. After dinner, then getting little Henry to bed, doing the dishes and straightening up, she sat down for seemingly the first time since rolling out of bed just before sunrise.
By L. Lane Bailey5 years ago in Fiction
Old Man Thatcher's Barn
Moonlight filtered in through the gaps in the boards of the ancient barn. Dust stirred in the breeze and danced through the beams. Squeaks and groans escaped the old boards making goosebumps rise along Lily’s arms despite the late august heat. The abandoned farm equipment threw violent-shaped shadows that danced menacingly with the sorrowful song of the barn wood. A shiver ran down her spine as she heard something stir the hay and wheat that was strewn around the old dirt floor. She held her breath and tried to make herself even smaller in what was left of the stall she hid behind.
By Rugergirl225 years ago in Fiction
The Old Barn
That old barn was my saving grace, and it wasn’t until much later that I learned just how true that was. I had been walking for hours when I first set eyes on it. The rain had stopped long ago, but I was still dripping wet; my body couldn’t separate the sensations of water falling from my hair, from the tears running down my face, and the blood pouring from my wounds. The closer I got to that old barn, the more it seemed to tower over me, and the slower my pace became. Far off in the distance, it seemed small; but once I was standing in its shadow, it was mountainous and grand.
By Maeple Fourest5 years ago in Fiction
Not easy to forget
Not easy to forget Kitti Marshal -1 Iqbal and Raji were going to India together even after the divorce. Iqbal was now staying with Satbir. Satbir came to drop them off at the airport. Raji had some ancestral property in India. He asked Iqbal to accompany him, and Iqbal agreed. After all, he was also associated with their daughter Meera. He didn't want Meera to think wrong about him. That is why he is always ready to help them.
By kuljit mann5 years ago in Fiction
