Mystery
The Parturition
The truck broke down half a mile from the barn. At first, Amber wasn't concerned. The noises coming from under the hood were barely noticeable- just the usual thumps that the engine offered up on a regular basis. She had other things on her mind. However, the low thrum soon turned to a roll of thunder, and thick smoke came up in spurts from the old vessel. Amber cursed and pulled the truck to the side of the road as the engine gave up the ghost. She turned to her somber passenger.
By Chris Bailey5 years ago in Fiction
Dad's Final Goose Chase, Chapter 1
“Dad told me he buried it out here, in the middle of the back right stall. Where the hell is it?” That was my sister Kat, her brow dripping sweat, both sleeves hastily pushed up above the elbows. she was holding a stubby shovel we always used to call a shorty in her hands, with a growing pile of dirt behind her. She was surrounded by a couple of good-sized holes dug into the hard-caked clay soils of the old farmstead. Broken rays of sunlight streamed in on her face through the gaps in the weathered wooden slats, highlighting her haggard look: exhaustion writ both in the lines on her forehead and the dark shadows circling the recesses between her sharp gray eyes and high Cherokee cheekbones.
By Jonathan Gensler5 years ago in Fiction
Disrepair
The famous Mila Wainwright died surrounded only by her many regrets. She was discovered by her agent, laying on a purple tufted chaise, still clutching an unsent letter. The cause of death was of little interest to anyone compared to her estate. After years of being blinded by the spotlight’s glory, Mila had acquired quite a sum and lived in extravagance. Now the scavengers had come.
By Meagan Dion5 years ago in Fiction
Hindsight
Chapter Five What happened with Xander “So what are you so confused about?” Kristen asked me. Maybe she wasn’t the best person to talk to about this. Kristen was a gorgeous woman with auburn hair and startling green eyes. She’d always attracted nice-looking men. Her husband, Mitchell, was just as gorgeous as she was.
By Milissa McDaniel5 years ago in Fiction
Summer at Grandma and Grandpa's By: Danyel Fields
Growing up we never really went over to my Grandma and Grandpa's all that much. I don't know why but it was only really during the holidays and sometimes I would get to go over there in the summer for a week at a time. Either way we never really went over there. I figured it was because they didn't like kids but then again they were never mean to us kids when we were over there. Just had to do the normal chores like doing dishes and weeding some of the gardens.
By Danyel Fields5 years ago in Fiction
Tragedy in the Barn
The silver sedan rumbled up the winding dirt road to the old Abram farm. Slowing his approach at the front gate, Detective Sly put the car in park beside a patrol vehicle. He saw the two uniforms at the gate, clean and pressed, but clearly bored at having to watch the perimeter of the scene. Everything looked in order, however, from the amount of officers walking the property, this was not the case.
By Patrick Finney5 years ago in Fiction
Sweety The Goat
Arya could hear the rain pattering on the tiled barn roof. Monsoon in Mumbai hadn't changed in the ten years since she left Raigad. Her family had moved to Raigad - a farming village for job-related reasons. She had hated the mud roads, lack of modern amenities, but most of all, she had missed her life in Mumbai. Even though four hours away, it felt worlds away. Her only escape was to the world of books with spicy chaat from her next-door neighbour to this barn. That had changed when she had met Sweety the goat and Ramu - goatherd, her only friends. Until that fateful night which weighed on her every day.
By Anu Sundaram5 years ago in Fiction
