Series
Nightmare into Fantasy
“Bro, how were you able to talk me into this?” Anthony grunted as he moved another bale of hay toward the front of the barn. Sweat was dripping furiously from his brow and he had long ago abandoned the ragged t-shirt he wore today. He should have known the day was going to play out like this. Every time… every…damn… time, Parker asked him to come out to his parent’s ranch, Parker, that sneaky s.o.b. always manipulated him into chores.
By JJ Sandler5 years ago in Fiction
The Marigold Scripture
Mara and Antonio had spent hours poring over old notes and going through pictures of other old pages from books that no longer existed. Mara’s eyes stung from having stared at the laptop screen so much and even Antonio had been rubbing his eyes, trying to clear his vision.
By Mariam Naeem5 years ago in Fiction
Peace & Cake
My eyes had opened for only a moment, and it seemed that nothing had changed. The sun was piercing through the holes in the barn’s boards, but there was no warmth to welcome me into the day –I wasn’t even sure what day it was. Had I been sleeping for just a few hours, with the sun now rising after a long night? Or had the sun gone around and around in the sky, while I slept in the shelter of an old barn? I thought for a moment, but then a deep sigh brought pain back to my body, and I was all too aware of my broken arm and busted knee. I reached a hand out to the lantern in front of me and turned the dial to break the flame; and then my eyelids fell as quickly as my hand back down to the bed of hay.
By Maeple Fourest5 years ago in Fiction
Fighting for Absolution
A building sob of relief threatened to choke Tilly when the barn came into view. She had finally found the place shown in her vision, and the promise of refuge sent renewed energy into her aching muscles, helping her legs to move a little faster as she ran. She could only hope the flames that had engulfed the dilapidated structure in her vision hadn’t been a bad omen.
By Caitlin Justine5 years ago in Fiction
The Traveler
Jim watched as the man at the top of his staircase walked toward him, only breaking eye contact occasionally to see where to place his foot. The man had a full head of white hair, with a perfectly manicured goatee to match. Although the man was already gray, Jim figured he couldn’t even be fifty yet. He was well put together; wearing a button down dark green dress shirt that was tucked into his blue jeans, exposing his simple black leather belt with a classic gold buckle. He wore a pair of black slip on dress shoes that were shined enough to see your reflection on them. This was clearly a man with an attention to detail.
By William Dean5 years ago in Fiction
It All Started Here
I would love to say my journey to a new life was an easy one. Full of adventures and happy times. Making memories with my family in a new place. But sadly that is not the case. It wasn’t full of despair, but it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows either. For example, I recently just moved out of an old run down barn, post graduation.
By K.J.George5 years ago in Fiction
The Voice
It was a hot, brisk, summer evening. The birds were singing, children were laughing as they played in their seemingly safe streets. Morgana Nordstrom sat on her porch in quiet contentment, a glass of sweet iced tea in her hand. The perspiration from the glass dripped down to the wooden grain of her front stoop.
By Juniper Woodstone5 years ago in Fiction
A Bargain
In the province of Jundura, within the region of Tanis Reach, lies the small village of Kuraak. The village of Kuraak was rather insignificant in the enormous expanse of Jundura. The only thing that anyone would remark about Kuraak was its amazing mountain scape behind it. It was what separated Kuraak from Jundura’s enemy, the queen ruling over the province of Meriaan.
By Colin Gleason5 years ago in Fiction
Captain Rydian of the Human Galactic Unit
We were silent. I paced the basement floor, thinking. The room was lit by a couple rows of lights along the ceiling. Boxes on boxes sat in stacks around the room while large pieces of equipment sat towards the back. The only way in was the secret elevator I installed from my room on the second floor. My own handiwork. Couldn't risk anyone finding their way down there.
By Lydia Booker5 years ago in Fiction
