Fantasy

The Barn
She woke in a frenzy, not sure what had just happened. A giant red barn in the middle of a dense forest? A sickly old man who called himself Adon? She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she replayed the details of her dream.
By Shyanna Anderson5 years ago in Fiction
Helium House
Mama warned me not to go into the barn. She said the back yard in general was filled with monsters and if I go there, I’ll be surely doomed.
By Keturah McQuade5 years ago in Fiction
Rainbow Barn
She made it. She looked as glorious as ever. I didn’t think she’d come, seeing how this was last minute and all. But as soon as I had mentioned visiting the Rainbow Barn, her voice lit up over the phone.
By Reiley5 years ago in Fiction
The Barn Door
The Barn Door I wasn’t ready to cross over yet, but these things don’t always go the way you plan. When the Committee told me it was time, I tried to back out. But that, of course, was unthinkable. That would jeopardize the whole mission. I didn’t want to be the one to undo all the good we had done so far.
By Chel Svendsgaard5 years ago in Fiction
Horseshoe Road
When I was ten years old my family moved to a farming community so my dad could find work. I wasn't happy about any part of it. I remember fighting a lot with my mom during the day while my dad was working. That first summer I would leave everyday and wouldn't come home till I thought my parents were worried sick. There were few kids around, and the ones I saw looked miserable. All of them except Johnny. Johnny was like me. After the first round of staring at each other without saying a word like kids do, it was almost like we were brothers. We played all day and all night. I had no reason to go home until after dark. Let the parents worry. Might not make sense to kids that are happy where they're living, with mommy and daddy giving you everything you want, but when you hear all the problems your parents are having because the house you live in is smaller than a shoe box it's nice to stay away. Trust me.
By Scott Sinderson5 years ago in Fiction
Heart of Death 2
The small group, consisting of the four Navy officers, Chris Soren, Becky Par, and Jim Blankenship, had packed the night before and were ready to move out around daybreak. The loaded what fuel the community could spare, a bit of food that Lorrie packed for them, and started off north up the Kissimmee River. They moved at speed that allowed them to conserve fuel as much as possible, as they went Jim Blankenship noticed something odd about the wildlife on shore.
By Clay Wilkinson5 years ago in Fiction
Joanne
The sun wasn't shining when Joanne was born. Rain fell in cold sheets on the old barn, soaking into the well-trodden dirt road beside it. Clouds hovered, darkening the horizon and blanketing the field with oppressive despair.
By Hannah Fraser5 years ago in Fiction
Whelp
“Mother!” Errol Wessel called up the kitchen stairs, “You seen Katie-dog?” “If I had, I wouldn’t tell the likes of you!” came her rotten reply.
By Brendan Norton5 years ago in Fiction
The Journey
“No no no…! Shit. What do I do now? This stupid car!” A frustrated Maya started hitting the steering wheel of her car with her open palms. It’s been raining nonstop from the past two days. Oh why did Lena had to get a house so far into the countryside.
By Gurjot K5 years ago in Fiction
The Godmother's Call
In the belly of a rickety old barn, two sets of wide, fearful eyes stare from each end of a gun barrel. One with dirty hair and a skillful finger hovering over the trigger. Another with a mysterious cloak and a secret burning deep within. The wind is silent, the cricket songs pause, as two women teeter on the sharp, brink of despair.
By Beth Ann5 years ago in Fiction
Pact Part 2
The mirror rippled like a lake and for a moment Jessica thought she’d drown in the glass. She tumbled out of the mirror and onto the ground, spitting up liquid glass that solidified on the ground before her into long shards. She didn’t have time to think, she already heard more steps coming down the hall.
By Frank Geier5 years ago in Fiction
A Chance Encounter
The feline’s fluffy half-tail tickled the lycan’s nose as he chased his prey. Snapping his jaws, the beast whined with disappointment as he caught only air. This was the most fun he’d had in ages. It was by chance he found the little grey devil in the woods chasing a rat. Now though, the feline didn’t seem thrilled to have the tables turned on him.
By Catherine Guillotte5 years ago in Fiction