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Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 26
It’s three in the morning and I am awake. But this is my new normal. These hours that used to be spent calming a crying child are now vacant spaces for a childless mother. Here, I am always awake. I try to sleep, hoping to escape this nightmare, knowing that nothing that my unconscious mind could think up would ever be worse than what I am living. But my body and conscious mind won’t cooperate.
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Fiction
The Summer My Father Died Pt 1
After attending his father’s funeral service, Morgan and his family returned to the family farmhouse. The farm had been in the family for decades and passed down to Morgan. However, he did not want to move back to his hometown of Kansas City, Missouri nor have anything to do with a farm that had not been in use for over twenty years.
By ROSA n JAMES5 years ago in Fiction
Outhouse
A falcon soared regally through the air. The morning sun warmed its feathers. Banking to the left, the falcon perched on top of a decrepit, red barn. It cocked its head, detecting a noise inside. Hopping to the ledge, it peered into the dirty window. Light pierced the darkness, giving way to two figures inside. A woman brushed the blonde hair of her daughter, singing a soft melody. A shadow appeared underneath the entrance to the barn, listening to the sweet sound. After a moment, a man unlocked the door and entered the room. The woman stopped singing, giving him a disapproving look. Locking the door behind himself, the man placed two bowls of food down on the floor. He had brown hair and wore all black, a golden eye symbol on the sleeves of his jacket.
By Adam Jones5 years ago in Fiction
Orders Given Under Unfortunate Circumstances
This series begins with Lockets Full of Instructions. This story takes place after the events of Summer on the Horizon. We've had a nice run in this place, I think. At the very least I have. Everyone else seems to have been happy here, too. We all did the best we could. We're going to keep doing the best we can. Maybe when the others get back we can get back to just that. I pray that the others get back.
By John Dodge5 years ago in Fiction
The Old Barn
It was obvious the previous owners had left the old barn derelict long ago. The once white fence around the corral was weathered and broken. The brownish-red of the barn itself was faded, like an old picture left in the sun too long. The main house also looked deserted. Its front door stood open, swaying gently in the breeze. The flowerbeds were overgrown with weeds, but even they were dried out and weathered.
By Mayra Martinez5 years ago in Fiction
Welcome to the Menagerie
All my life, I loved magical creatures. Every single one fascinated me. The idea of traveling into our big, beautiful world to find every kind out there was my greatest dream. I was even offered to join a group of great researchers on their travels to discover more of these unique creatures. The opportunity of a lifetime. My dream come true.
By Lydia Booker5 years ago in Fiction
The Crocknanalt Cartel
We had assembled in the solicitor's office in Cloughbann on the second Friday in July, ninety-four, six months after the funeral; me and the older brother, Cathal, and his Pill of a wife, Carolyn. The will was read, we signed some papers, and the deed to poor Uncle Seamy's house was handed over.
By Conor Darrall5 years ago in Fiction
