Young Adult
Newspaper Town
A gorilla-sized door centered between two hulking pieces of lumber parallelized a doorway, an entrance to Grandpa’s Old Barn. A shelter filled with newspapers from the yesterdays of past cities, silhouetted words from people’s past shadows, and events that shook the people's heads, turning them into cheers and important decisions.
By Gary Lougheed5 years ago in Fiction
Summer Without Sunlight
When summer break from school approached and all of the neighborhood kids were outside playing with her siblings, it never seemed fair that Layla could not do the same. She knew other kids that had allergies, who could take medicine and still play outside, but her allergy was different. There was no medicine that she could take, because her allergy was to sunlight. Layla was born with a rare illness known as xeroderma pigmentosum, or XP as she told people, because pronouncing it wasn’t so easy. She had to protect her skin not only from the sun, but from anything that emitted ultraviolet light, including some lightbulbs, which could harm her skin very quickly.
By Stevi Vaughn5 years ago in Fiction
You are my Life
It was a magical evening. As I climbed the stairs up to the front porch of my cottage, I smiled and touched my lips. I could still feel his kiss. I sat in one of the antique rocking chairs that decorated the porch, my favorite place to enjoy mornings, read my favorite books, and lately, think about Connor. The porch of my sweet little waterfront cottage lined the face and continued to wrap around the side to the back. It was decorated with mismatched white wood furniture, colorful cushions and string lights that swung lightly in the nighttime breeze.
By Jordan Barrett5 years ago in Fiction
Lost Boys. Second Place in SFS 1: Old Barn Challenge.
Henry barely remembered to mumble a thanks as the psychiatrist handed him a prescription and ushered him from the office. Michael was in the waiting room, bowed over his phone. He looked up as Henry entered and jumped to his feet when he saw that it was him. Henry didn't say anything, but crossed the room and let Michael bundle him into a hug.
By Margot Lambal5 years ago in Fiction
Poles Apart
Only those with inherited riches and insensitive-lacquered hearts may rest behind the polished walls. Only the sanguinary receive a home enveloped by blue diamond, guarded by loyal cretins. I am permitted to stare at the peace from a distance before returning to my hovel made of supplies gathered from the earth. And while Swayers inside the walls thrive in their trades of jadeite, I use what lays below my feet, and I eat what soars above the platinum strands on my head.
By Kendall Conway5 years ago in Fiction
Uptown Barn
Maddie looked at the old barn. The paint faded long ago and some of the boards needed replacing however the foundation was solid. Growing up this was the place to be on the weekends, it was party central, from cookouts and picnics to barn dances and late night karaoke parties it was fun. Looking at the old run down barn now it was hard to believe such fun times were ever had here. Maddie’s goal was to change all that, she wanted to bring back the good times, the fun times. It would keep the kids out of trouble and bring the town together again. She worked hard to get this barn; hopefully the town will help her get it back to its previous condition.
By Rebecca Hackney5 years ago in Fiction
Ghosts and an Old Barn
The little town of Maple Bay was as run down as any town could be in the time following the recession. There were a few businesses still open such as Gus's Hardware and Milly's Cafe. The latter served the best breakfasts for miles, not that Milly's had a lot of competition.
By Michael Trigg5 years ago in Fiction
My Father's Tea
I had seen some strange things in my life, but I had never experienced anything like that of the night in the barn. I grew up in a rural area, surrounded by fields of corn, not a tree nor flower in sight. My hometown was small, but I had only lived there for a short time before my father moved us to the ranch. He’d always dreamed of a simple life--farming, fishing, hunting--but growing up poor himself, he never imagined it was possible. After my mother had passed away the previous year, he had a difficult time staying in the town, working at his old job like nothing had changed.
By Anna Mirella5 years ago in Fiction
