Love
Love Song of J. Sidney Barrymore
She flew home from London, and he told her about the foxes. He had been field-stripping a cigarette on his property near dusk when he saw the mother running toward an old woodpile behind the red barn. The mother was carrying a dead rat in her mouth and he saw her drop it next to the foot-wide hole in the ground that was partially obscured by scraps of wood.
By Christopher Lincoln5 years ago in Fiction
Gentle and Steady
“You’ll be safe here.” Julie said nothing, but Mrs. Holden was not offended. The woman sitting in front of her was soaked by a cold, fall rain, and Eliza Holden had to hold back tears when she helped Julie remove her coat, revealing bruises and an ugly gash on her arm, still bleeding. Eliza had known Julie since she was 6 years old. She could still remember the bouncy child who raced up to her holding the hand of her son, Charlie.
By Nami Okalu5 years ago in Fiction
Through the barn door
Felicity stared out the large, country window, her soft grey curls framing her wrinkled face. She sat like a statue, so still that you could barely see her breathing. Around her were the rumblings of her family, different voices coming from different parts of the house. But this commotion did not stir any reaction from the frail old woman, and she looked more like a beautiful portrait of an elderly lady rather than one in real life. In fact, the only sign of life, actual life, were the occasional blinks from her big, brown eyes.
By Kimberly M5 years ago in Fiction
The Meeting Place
The smell of fresh hay still reminds me of summer. Whenever I drive past a field I roll down my window and take in the scent, longing for those days of my youth. It had been years since I had visited the family farm, where I'd spent my summers when I was a kid. Now it was nothing more than a plot of overgrown land. The barn had long since held fresh hay and reeked of rot and mildew. The bright red color had turned a dark brown in the areas that still had paint. The large door hung off it’s rusted hinges leaving a gaping hole that was sucking me in, inviting me to walk through my faded memories. I wondered if it was waiting for him too.
By Leigh Ann Tuttle5 years ago in Fiction
Finding Refuge
Shivering inside, Bella yells from the passenger side window of the old 1992 GMC Yukon truck, "what's wrong?" How did she allow herself to be talked into moving halfway across the country? And why did she trust that Carlos's old beat up truck could make it? Now the truck has stopped in the middle of nowhere. No gas station or even any houses in sight! Just a long desolate snow covered road, which appears to lead nowhere.
By Shelley Whigham5 years ago in Fiction
Love In Paradise
The waves washed on the beach and ran lightly across the smooth white sand. A lone woman sat on the beach, the water trickling over her toes, the wind tossing her chestnut brown hair across her richly tanned back. She was alone on the beach. It was late at night and the moonlight danced as it glistened over the ripples in the water.
By Traci E. Langston5 years ago in Fiction
Love Undeserved
Dim lighting in an abandoned barn house. Shattered glass and chipped walls invite an all too familiar eeriness into the room. As I hunch over on all fours underneath an uncomfortably low ceiling, my eyes stay fixed on the array of colorful spiders nestled in webs above my head.
By Jesenia De La Cruz5 years ago in Fiction
Technology and the Old World
Sam and Rachel waited out the rain in their special spot, the old barn. Sam was moving to Toronto for a few months. He'd worked with people in the construction industry while on Rumspringa. His carpentry skills quickly made him a sought-after expert in the hand-hewn wood trade. He was hired by the designers of the urban cabin lofts at Parliament and Wellesley.
By Mary Haynes5 years ago in Fiction
