Fantasy
In The Old Barn
Behind our old house lay a big, empty field. At the very end of the field lay a big old barn. It’s painted red, with a big wide wooden door to enter. The only problem was, I’ve never been there. I’ve always been too afraid. We moved in about six months ago, and since making friends with the locals in the area and the neighbours, they all warned us to stay away from it.
By Mariam Naeem5 years ago in Fiction
Steven and Gloria
It was a dreary cloudy day when I came into the world. I was so happy to find that I had this old rickety barn to keep me dry. There were other little ones clucking around me. A strange human came by and threw down some sort of food because the young ones clucking near me when crazy up to the pile and started dipping their faces into it. It was nothing like I had expected from inside my egg.
By Crystal Dawn Lesher5 years ago in Fiction
An Amber Night
Jim Prescott sat alone at the bar, staring into his glass, nearly drained of the rich, amber liquid. He picked it up, swirled it around momentarily, then drained it. He motioned to the bartender for another. He sat waiting, wanting nothing more than to drown out his thoughts and feelings. He wanted to escape. Though the dive was plenty full of other patrons for a Wednesday, Jim felt isolated, alone. This was good, he thought to himself, this was right. He should be alone, cast out to sea, and stranded on an island made of sand whose grains were his mistakes. He chuckled at that, nearly guffawed in fact, thinking about how the island would be boulders instead of the fine sand you’d expect amidst turbulent seas.
By Anthony Criswell5 years ago in Fiction
Heart Strikes Ten
My feet firmly situated where Kelsa left me, I took in my surroundings. The small room was bathed in flaxen sunlight, as if filtered by a massive tree. The small sky lamps allowed the light in, but not the heat. The slight breeze from the wall aerators cooled my damp skin. Not like the aerators in our muddy huts, when they functioned properly. Those only blew the insulting scorched air. I still couldn’t shift my stunned limbs. Eyes drifting to a corner, a raised pallet nestled between the wall and a table holding a lantern and a small quarto. It was a portrait of comfort. Following the wall beyond the table, I see an opening leading to another area.
By LENORA QUARTO5 years ago in Fiction
Fire Soul Part 6
Taelryx Entombed, crippled, and powerless in the dark, Taelryx kept its eye fixed on that tiny flame. As it became accustomed to this new situation, it could see that it was just a candle. Rather small, the mottled wax did not take the shape of a stick, just a formless pile. Barely enough fuel to keep the fire burning. Taelryx wondered who lit it, and why.
By Jacob Montanez5 years ago in Fiction
The Special Light
Terry’s favorite was always macaroni and cheese, but only the Kraft Deluxe brand with the dinosaur shapes. He could eat that golden goodness three times a day. His parents, however, felt he needed more balanced nutrition. For most other children, the introduction of new foods is slow but usually successful. Eva and Greg tried everything they could to entice him to try a carrot, but he just gave it to his brother.
By Barb Dukeman5 years ago in Fiction
The Red beanie
THE RED BEANIE I sat in the bay window drawing on the glass. "you should go outside Caleb." I looked at my mother in her wheelchair with her legs missing. "Blake always loved when it was winter, Sarah did too, not as much as Blake but she knew Basketball season was coming." my mom rolled herself over. "we live in Canada, they had to get used to the weather, one way or another, unlike you who was born here." I looked out the window to see the snow on the basketball net in our drive way, at this time my brother would have gotten his hockey nets out, but the nets and his hockey bag stayed in the garage untouched for four years. his hockey bag had to have been a village of spiders by now. "it's kind of ironic don't you think? Blake and Sarah dying in a fire when they loved the winter so much." I heard my mom say, I replied. "not to mention Dad literally lost his shit after the accident." My mom rolled her eyes and said. "he couldn't understand what was going on, Blake and Sarah were two thirds of his world." I looked out the window, staring at the snow falling. my mom left rolling herself out of my room. Four years ago Blake and Sarah went to a hockey game with me and my family, after the game we were going home but the arena caught on fire and it spread quickly, like someone had poured gasoline everywhere, my family ran for an exit but we all got split up, I was split up from my father, mother and Blake.
By Kathy Colbert5 years ago in Fiction
Shark fest
Jayla loved the Baby Shark Dance Song and sang it all the time but her brothers hated it. She would break out in "Baby shark do do do do do do do Baby shark do do do do dod do baby shark do do do do baby shark." She sang all the verses about the mommy, daddy, grandma, and grandpa shark. One day her family took a trip to the beach and 8 year old Jayla was excited. On this afternoon they were alone and had taken full advantage. She walked with her mom, and brothers Ty and Dre a long way in the sand then played beach ball. They romped in the water then sat down to dry off.
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Fiction
When Time Stood Still
Cassandra was young for a wizard. At 27 years old, she was the youngest wizard tutor for hundreds of miles. Some would call her a witch, but a name like that carried such a stigma. Witchcraft is an incredibly misunderstood form of magic. Thanks a lot, Salem.
By Robert Raymond5 years ago in Fiction
