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The Marigold Scripture
Mrs Devlin looked up and smiled as she heard the jingle of the small bell above the door as it opened, but that smile promptly turned into a frown when she noticed Antonio sauntering in after Mara. The frown was there for a second before her smile flashed again. No sense in having any rash thoughts. She knew Mara would open up to her when she was ready.
By Mariam Naeem5 years ago in Fiction
The Old Red Barn
When I was a child, my mother and I would see these old, dilapidated barns in the middle of nowhere and dream about fixing them up. We would laugh and say it had good bones when that was all that was left. We would talk about how everything would look, from the log cabin exterior to the flat stone flooring and plush rugs. A huge kitchen with double ovens and spacious bathrooms with huge sunk-in claw foot tubs. Today I bought one! I went out and paid in full, for the 30 acres of land and the dilapidated old red barn with a white house with grey shutters. The house is a move-in ready 1 story, 3 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, with an attic. It has my kitchen with the double ovens and the master bedroom has my sunk-in claw foot tub! There are 27 acres of wheat farm run by those before me. I kept them on as part of the deal to purchase the house. My goal obviously is to repair the barn & get a few cows. The first step, buy lumber and tools. You can’t repair a building without tools after all.
By Marleen Nish5 years ago in Fiction
Captain Rydian of the Human Galactic Unit
The next day, I walked up to the Education Hall with Orville. It was a bit relieving to have someone know my secret who could help me out. He was right though; I really didn't know much of anything about Klicta. As well as I might have been doing so far, I could still use all the help I could get.
By Lydia Booker5 years ago in Fiction
Blood Moon Rise
Part I: She felt a change coming, she could feel it in the wind through her hair, and a sensation of tingles under her skin. Nothing felt quite like it did days before her seventeeth birthday. "Marcy?" called her mother, "we're here". Marcy and her mother had taken a trip from their home in New Orleans, abroad to a waterfront resort in Balmy Beach, Ontario. The only entrance to the resort was by boat. This was Marcy's longest voyage with her mother. Once the ship had come to a stop, they then boarded a paddle boat to reach the shallow rocky waters before the resort.
By Britt Dawson5 years ago in Fiction
Science the eye Can't See
In the depths of a forest in New Jersey there was a strange old barn, it had no doors; yet it was full of well kept tools. The machines were old, but well maintained, and used often to haul in harvest after harvest. A small farm, surrounded by a creek, endless woods, bountiful fields and cliffs. It was a poor area to cultivate crops, and seemed to have been abandoned long ago. Even so, one family ran a grainery; they dabbled in bakery commerce with a simple name: Feldspar Bakery & Grain. Despite how much product they pushed out, there were no outside farm hands, and no visitors to their fields.
By Crystal Ayers5 years ago in Fiction
Dreams of Lesser Gods
Falling with every bit of gravity's worst intentions, striking its' mark true and flush, the sledge hammer landed with a deafening thud. The high pitched ring of concrete clashing with iron, muffled by the crush of flesh and bone. Flesh and bone the width of a human hand to be exact, separating stone from stone breaker.
By Oren Lomena5 years ago in Fiction
Stockpile
It is 2034. Independent farms are obsolete. All forms of cattle are nearly extinct. Nina Claytor and her father, Wyatt, are all that is left of the family farm. The old barn now a withered blue, at her prime a lacquered navy. The only cattle left is that of the family's favoritism.
By Isabel Manning5 years ago in Fiction
The Obsidian Butterfly
Atzi didn’t believe in the gods. The all-powerful beings believed to be hovering above the grey clouds and moon, somewhere in the heavens, causing floods and fires and storms when forgotten or ignored. The beings that her people slit palms and splattered copper blood on the stairs of temples for and sacrificed the hearts of animals and slaves to keep their own hearts beating one more day. The beings that stayed quiet through it all.
By Zoe Mathers5 years ago in Fiction
Secrets From The Grave
I used to believe that love conquers all and family means everything. I was always the loyal one. The strong one. The one that mended things. I used to want to help, and I did. Always. I believed my family was so important. In fact, I believed they were the most important thing, but I was wrong.
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)5 years ago in Fiction
