Fantasy
The Old Barn's Photo Session
Lily was laying on her back, taking pictures of wildflowers from underneath. She was trying to capture the sunlight through the petals. She was also patiently and peacefully watching the clouds as they went by, waiting for the perfect, puffy backdrop. Her back began to ache, and the sunlight was no longer revealing the intimate details. So she packed up her equipment and headed out.
By Ted Lacksonen5 years ago in Fiction
The Attack on Ardholm
Lucas Cainswright shifted his weight uneasily on the tree branch he was perched upon, squinting against the setting sun. He had been up here for hours and, despite his most fervent wishes, had exhausted all pretenses of a comfortable watch when night had begun to fall. He distinctly remembered Joss telling him this would be a simple reconnaissance mission. "Just a quick there and back." he'd said. The fact that Joss had bribed Lucas with free weapons-work without provocation should have tipped him off. Instead, here he was, in the dead of night, some eighty feet off the ground, still watching the settlement that lay a half-mile to the north.
By Chris Restoule5 years ago in Fiction
Welcome To The Summer School Barn Party
We are holding a summer barn party at my barn based in England for the parents of my son's school. There is no dress-code, but feel free to dress as you wish. We all need to let our hair down after a long term of country school runs. Early morning stints on the early morning country roads is more intense at times than city traffic. Well, you can't really move a herd of cows faster than they want to go. Huge tractors cannot get into another lane easily and there tend to be no lanes, apart from one lane with two way traffic. Watch out you don't end up in a ditch. There is a certain skill in countryside living. I have tried all sides of the coin from city high risers to country estates. Now it's time to bring you into my country barn for a Summer Party is on the cards. It's the end of term, coming soon.
By Yvette Louise Melech5 years ago in Fiction
Aunt Millie's Warning
‘Sandra, where are you going?’ Millie asked out of breath and five steps behind her twin. ‘Here,’ she called back. Up ahead of them was the old barn their parents said they could never go into, but Sandra was a daredevil. She just had to go where she’d been told she couldn’t. Millie was more than a little frightened, she knew what went bump in the night, and their parents never told them why they couldn’t go into the barn. It’d also been at the centre of every horror story Sandra ever told.
By Karen Eastland 5 years ago in Fiction
Kaleidoscope
As a child I remember loving the colors of a kaleidoscope. I would play for hours each day spinning away each time get a different combination and sequence. Such a beautiful outlet in those days. A long waiting fantasy of childhood wanting to have fun with my imagination, to truly be a kid. This was my life, always in secret wanting to be like the other children happy and carefree. Mother and father would not have this irresponsible tomfoolery in there house let alone their only heir. So inside I remained trapped to study and practice but not to play.
By Sarah urffer5 years ago in Fiction
The Old Barn
I loved the crowded urban neighborhood I grew up in, so I was angry when my parents moved us to the rolling hills of farmland that was outside of outside of the tiny town of North San Juan. Looking back as an adult, I can see the allure. The place was paradise and very affordable, especially compared to the city. But as a 15-year-old, I felt like my folks had dragged me to the middle of nowhere and I was not happy about it.
By Chel Svendsgaard5 years ago in Fiction
The Shift CHAP.2
The voice makes him stumble back; he braces his hands against the wall. "This is just a dream! All I need to do is wake up!" His thoughts scream. Scrunching his eyes closed he tells himself to wake up, when he opens his eyes, he sees that he is still in the bathroom. He looks up seeing that the face is still in the mirror, it grins back at him shrugging.
By Alexander Washington5 years ago in Fiction
