Adventure
A Hiding Place for a Elf, a Dwarf and a Centaur
Sitting in a verdant hollow between groves of pine and birch, a clearing of wildflowers surrounded a cottage of grey stone and dark wood. The lulling buzz of bumblebees accompanied a chorus of birds caught on the breeze passing over the grass of the clearing. The cottage was short with a crooked roof and haphazardly placed windows, lavender and rose bushes framing the gnarled wooden doorway. The roof of the cottage sloped into that of the stables, open and dirt packed it was home to two mares: one white and one brown. At the back of the cottage, lying lengthways and sharing its roof was the barn. It was small for a barn, and despite the pealing of the red paint it stood strong, keeping the hay and the farming equipment dry.
By Oliver Weeks5 years ago in Fiction
Old Barn Amulet
Green rolling hills were covered in fog that morning in the countryside of Paso Robles, California. As the sun tried to creep through the morning mist, the smell of coffee penetrated the porch. Annie covered her shoulders in her favorite worn out blanket as she sipped her drink on the porch swing. Garrett bustled through the screen door which had a classic squeak when opened. He paused to allow Misty and Binx to fly beneath his feet and out into the yard.
By Kylie Martin5 years ago in Fiction
Once Again.
The abandoned barn sits in silence for almost forty years. A haven once cherished, now grown into ruins. The same owner. The same lofty perspectives. Only age has changed the barn and the man. A well-loved tire swing fell from the rafters some twenty-odd years ago, most likely ropes gnawed by hungry rats. Dust and debris gathers in the corners, over the gates, and floating in the air, seemingly never to lift. But there is still life within. Every year around the same time, early autumn, a group of teens gather to smoke, play around, and talk about the already-missed summer days before the school bell rings the following week. The owner, Joel Miller, allows this. He recalls days that he would have done the same. His best childhood friend would never return. And it was his fault.
By Hannah Marie. 5 years ago in Fiction
Afterlife
Jamie heard the gunfire getting louder from outside. “What are we going to do?” asked Stephanie. Jamie could hear the terror in Stephanie’s voice although she was trying hard to hide it. Jamie had been taking care of her little sister for the past three years and was deeply concerned this would be the end.
By Susanne Whited5 years ago in Fiction
Bliss Far From Home
I was much too young to be riding a horse alone, with no sense of direction or care about where I might end up. I had nothing to worry about anyways. My adventure was still under the protection of innocence, there hadn't been a cloud of wrongness in my heart about where I was going.. Everything was sensational; my face against the brown hair of my trusted companion and my uncalloused hands held tight inside his mane. I closed my eyes allowing the suns honey to spread across my face as we left the protection of the forest path to enjoy an open hay field.
By Katelyn Marie Clair5 years ago in Fiction
