Young Adult
The Riding Lesson
“I dare you.” Two girls stood, jostling each other, on the cracked ramp leading up to the old barn behind Grandma John's house. Weed trees, grass, and stubby poison ivy were growing up in the gaps between pieces of concrete. The massive barn door, its wheel still on the track, had faded red paint in places on the rotting wood. Nita put an eye up to one rough crack to get a glimpse into the interior. Nothing could be seen inside.
By Natalie Wilkinson5 years ago in Fiction
The Art of Getting By
The man sitting across from me - Gabe - has asked me a strange question, "you always been this beautiful?" he says. I laugh to myself, a montage of my week plays in my head like a movie reel. Unwashed clothes scattered across the floor; my long pale fingers sifting through them, checking for stains. Unkempt hair, and the collection of used mugs organised in a straight line across my coffee table.
By Rachel M.J5 years ago in Fiction
Pretty in White
“It’s horrid. Hideous. You can’t get married in it. I won’t let you,” he insisted, tail whipping behind him furiously, left to right like a metronome. His stare was yellow and unblinking, his pupils thin and sharp. He sat perched in the rafters, watching me from above. I laughed.
By Mina Wiebe5 years ago in Fiction
So There Goes That Secret
Theo loved working in a barn. He loved lifting the hay and trudging through mud with a wheelbarrow in hand. He loved brushing down the horses and hosing down the stalls. He loved wearing his baggy dirt-stained jeans, his black binder, and his loose thick-strapped tank top along with his smelly, muddy boots. Hell, he didn’t even mind mucking out the stalls.
By L. J. Knight 5 years ago in Fiction
The Treasure In The Barn
ONE "It has to be here somewhere." Says Mel as she lifts another lid to a feed bin. This too is a fruitless act. She and her brother, Cal, had been coming to this barn that had belonged to their grandmother every day for a month after school to look for treasure.
By David Brandy5 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
