Young Adult
You are my Life
It was a magical evening. As I climbed the stairs up to the front porch of my cottage, I smiled and touched my lips. I could still feel his kiss. I sat in one of the antique rocking chairs that decorated the porch, my favorite place to enjoy mornings, read my favorite books, and lately, think about Connor. The porch of my sweet little waterfront cottage lined the face and continued to wrap around the side to the back. It was decorated with mismatched white wood furniture, colorful cushions and string lights that swung lightly in the nighttime breeze.
By Jordan Barrett5 years ago in Fiction
Lost Boys. Second Place in SFS 1: Old Barn Challenge.
Henry barely remembered to mumble a thanks as the psychiatrist handed him a prescription and ushered him from the office. Michael was in the waiting room, bowed over his phone. He looked up as Henry entered and jumped to his feet when he saw that it was him. Henry didn't say anything, but crossed the room and let Michael bundle him into a hug.
By Margot Lambal5 years ago in Fiction
Poles Apart
Only those with inherited riches and insensitive-lacquered hearts may rest behind the polished walls. Only the sanguinary receive a home enveloped by blue diamond, guarded by loyal cretins. I am permitted to stare at the peace from a distance before returning to my hovel made of supplies gathered from the earth. And while Swayers inside the walls thrive in their trades of jadeite, I use what lays below my feet, and I eat what soars above the platinum strands on my head.
By Kendall Conway5 years ago in Fiction
Uptown Barn
Maddie looked at the old barn. The paint faded long ago and some of the boards needed replacing however the foundation was solid. Growing up this was the place to be on the weekends, it was party central, from cookouts and picnics to barn dances and late night karaoke parties it was fun. Looking at the old run down barn now it was hard to believe such fun times were ever had here. Maddie’s goal was to change all that, she wanted to bring back the good times, the fun times. It would keep the kids out of trouble and bring the town together again. She worked hard to get this barn; hopefully the town will help her get it back to its previous condition.
By Rebecca Hackney5 years ago in Fiction
Ghosts and an Old Barn
The little town of Maple Bay was as run down as any town could be in the time following the recession. There were a few businesses still open such as Gus's Hardware and Milly's Cafe. The latter served the best breakfasts for miles, not that Milly's had a lot of competition.
By Michael Trigg5 years ago in Fiction
My Father's Tea
I had seen some strange things in my life, but I had never experienced anything like that of the night in the barn. I grew up in a rural area, surrounded by fields of corn, not a tree nor flower in sight. My hometown was small, but I had only lived there for a short time before my father moved us to the ranch. He’d always dreamed of a simple life--farming, fishing, hunting--but growing up poor himself, he never imagined it was possible. After my mother had passed away the previous year, he had a difficult time staying in the town, working at his old job like nothing had changed.
By Anna Mirella5 years ago in Fiction
Magic in the Old Barn
Teri stared at the large, old, wood barn, the openings dark and ominous making her think of giant creatures with black hungry eyes and wide open mouths ready to swallow her in an instant. An involuntary shiver ran down her spine and the hair on her arms stood on end. Pushing the thought aside she started towards it, then hesitated remembering all the ghost and horror stories about this barn. No one went near it except on a dare and even then no one she knew had ever gone inside, rumor was, you’d never return if you did.
By Viltinga Rasytoja5 years ago in Fiction
Victor Writes History
I don’t know what made me do it. Curiosity? Fear? Good old-fashioned boredom? I work the night shift in a library. When I started working there, I was convinced that I could never get bored because there was so much around me to read. Four months in and I felt like I was climbing the walls. That might have been why I wandered so readily into the – typically locked – room of historical archives. Access usually being reserved for senior employees of the library; it was about the only place in the building that I hadn’t been to.
By Outrageous Optimism 5 years ago in Fiction
Barn Trip
As her elbow had begun to throb from resting atop the car windowsill, Luna slipped her palm out from under her chin and sunk back into her seat. She inhaled deeply before letting out a discreet soft sigh, so as to avoid alerting her fellow passengers to her antithetical state of boredom. Next to Luna sat childhood and family friend Amelia. Amelia was Luna’s only association with this group of individuals, who, without Amelia, Luna knew only through passive observation from the low profile she had established at their local Viroqua high school. Although Luna and Amelia had grown to disparate ends of the high school persona-spectrum since their inaugural elementary school relationship... Luna wasn’t about to turn away an opportunity to avoid the apprehensive state of affairs that had permeated her home life. When Amelia offered her to join the group on a weekend, psychedelic, rundown old barn venture, Luna accepted without second thought. Despite the fact that she had no interest in dismantling her misanthropic approach to relationships, nor did she care for the recreational use of hallucinogens.
By Jarrad Allen5 years ago in Fiction
