Fantasy
A Fight for the Middle of Nowhere
Garret Beckman lived in the middle of nowhere. The farmlands stretched out for miles. A trip to town took at least an hour going eighty on the empty roads in a standard F150. He began working as a farm hand for the Hollers. Mrs. Holler had taken him in as one of her boys. She cooked a hearty meal in the morning for all the workers, her two sons Jake and Mike, and her daughter Abby. Garret didn’t really have a family of his own, not that he minded being alone, but he really enjoyed the Hollers company and was particularly fond of Abby. He found her to be smart and ambitious. Though she helped her mom with the household, she wanted to go to college and get into entertainment and business. She wanted to make money so her family didn’t have to work so hard. She was usually trying to figure out different ways to make income on the side especially when the crops weren’t doing well. Garret knew all of this because he listened and observed. Before he became their farmhand, he would perch atop their red barn keeping the rodents away. Garret was a were owl that flew to this happy spot of nowhere and made this farm his home. When he learned of the kind hearted family that ran the place he observed them for a month and became protective of them. One day he offered himself, in his human form, as a farmhand.
By L.A. Kirchheimer 4 years ago in Fiction
The Secret Timeless Tales of Hugo Decantes
Welcome to a history lesson from one of the oldest people ever you'll never get a more accurate telling because I was alive, and I was there. I'm from the beginning and to be open and honest that was SOOO long ago I couldn’t possibly remember, but a few "infinites" date the Fall of Nowhere to 90,000 years ago.
By Elijah Davis4 years ago in Fiction
A Flash of White
The murky orange hue was spreading fast in the sky signalling the approach of the Dark. Korak knew he should be heading back home. But his stomach was still knotted up and tense. The throbbing head was no better. Going back home before he was calmer would mean further clashes with his mum, possibly even with Hajoor, their clan leader.
By Rhea Dyuti4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 22: The Bow String
The old crone, Shining Sun, had traveled to her family for Christmas and returned after the new year began. The children woke to see the smoke lofting into the air from her chimney. After nearly three weeks with no lessons, the children were stir crazy so they were eager to go back to school.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 21: The Gifts
Christmas eve, Markus rose with a start. Wolves were howling through the woods. He quickly grabbed his gun and pulled on his pants quickly. He rushed through the house to the front door and squinted to peer through the darkness. He could see wolves darting back and forth playing in the snow. In the distance, he heard another howl ring through the trees and all the waiting wolves sat down on their haunches and waited. A moment later, a sled team was coming towards him. Along side the sled, he saw Ralph jogging along aside a dog sled. With a quick turn, he ran back into the house.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 20: The Ash Tree
In the distance, Mary could see a form of a man emerge from the distance. As she watched the man approach, she could see that he was trudging along on snow shoes. As he neared closer, she could see Jack was coming for a visit. She smiled and called out to Markus.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 19:
Markus stared at the empty seat at the table where Sarah sat. Days had passed and there was no news of her safety. Jack had assured that she was totally safe if Ralph took her to the Hovel. They boys were unusually silent as they picked at their roast beef dinner. The days with the crone seemed to challenge them for some odd reason and they sat silently considering the daily lesson. Markus scooted his chair back creating a loud noise with his chair.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
Relle and the Owl
As the dusk settles on The Southern Concession landscape, the ringing of supper bells and mothers’ voices calling to their children from day-long play that you can hear from miles away. Hearing all that chatter through her little sleepy town as Relle chopped away at the logs, stopping and wiping her brow and her auburn red hair blowing in the evening breeze before her stepmother, Vinaora called her in for supper…
By Chelsea Gamble4 years ago in Fiction
