Fantasy
No Shelter from the Storm: When dreams and dragons can’t get you home
The storefronts give way to large residential lots and the fresh air swirls around them. They arrive at a property with an enormous barn set to the side. Enclosed entirely by a split-rail fence, they enter the yard at the gate.
By Amy Proebstel5 years ago in Fiction
LOST CITY:THE OLD BARN
I am going to tell you the same story about that old barn outside of town that my mama told me, and her mama told her, so on and so forth. The tale begins long before there were paved roads, automobiles, or even electric. Everyone has heard of the Salem Witch trials that took place in 1692, but our little town has kept the secrets of Lost City, Oklahoma, and what it used to be. The only evidence that is still around is that old barn right there on the edge of town. Lost City was not always the name of this little town I call home, it was once known as Makeayway Valley. Makeaway Valley was the tribunal home of a very powerful people, the Waymaker Gemini Coven.
By Greylee Tynewise5 years ago in Fiction
The Tractor Graveyard
If I asked you to name a place you were warned not to go as a child, what would your answer be? The home of someone you thought of as a friend? Perhaps a neighbor's yard, where they kept bees for a side hobby? Maybe your guardian just didn't want you crossing the street? Whatever the case, we've all had adults tell us we can't do something. Doesn't that make you want to do it even more?
By Dani Banani5 years ago in Fiction
My First Flight
Once, I was an impressionable five-year-old who just wanted to fly like Peter Pan. I didn’t know that one summer I would see something that would change my whole world forever. Every summer I would visit Grandma and Grandpa’s house. They were farmers and they were always outside.
By Erika Ravnsborg5 years ago in Fiction
Painting Lessons for Fairies
It was late fall when I found the fairy tangled up in Grover’s fur after our morning walk through the woods. It wasn’t uncommon to find leaves, small twigs and burrs snarled and snagged in the German Shepherd’s bushy coat after every walk. The thick fur was practically a magnet for forest debris, and it didn’t help that Grover had to bound through the densest part of the forest without hesitation. He always came when I called, but all it took was a second in the brush and Grover was soon carrying half the forest in his fur home.
By Jharice Blake5 years ago in Fiction
Curiosity
It watched just as it had so patiently for years. It watched from the rafters of the decrepit barn as the sun kissed little girl curled up shaking in terror. How odd it thought, why would she be so horrified, after all, it had helped her. Saved her even. It had protected her against that vile man who had made her life miserable so many times and yet at the sight of his torn carcass she was not happy, she was afraid. Its entrenched desire to know her, to understand her, to be with her drove it ever closer.
By Michael Bivens5 years ago in Fiction
The Seasonal Road
Growing up in the county I lived in a modest home on a quiet seasonal road that only saw traffic from the few other homes that resided on this road or your occasional "Sunday driver" out sightseeing. Behind my home there was a red barn rooted firmly on a farmers field that was about a 10 minute walk from my home. The local farmer that owned the land with the barn on it used it to store hay, his small tractor and a few goats. I had no interest in this old barn for all those years I lived at home. Not until recently when I returned back to my home after being away for about 20 years. I was standing in the kitchen window drinking an ice water on a late summer afternoon looking over that farmers field when I noticed that it was no longer being maintained in what looked like over 10 years or more. The once very visible red barn now had completed faded to a pale gray as all of the red paint from it was weathered off from the years of heat, rain and snow. The barn had become overgrown with shrubs and vines and was far from as visible as it used to be.
By Melanie Sorockti5 years ago in Fiction
Seven Deaths of an Empire: A Review
From its heart pumping depictions of battle, to its scenes of discourse between a myriad of compelling characters, Seven Deaths of an Empire is a fantastic example of historically inspired fantasy that seizes the reader’s attention and refuses to release it.
By Warren Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
