Love

Love demands perception
“I'm so scared.... I don't know why. Everyone says Richard is a good man... He has money.” Elise rested Betsy's head on hers, her kettle bell clanging gingerly.
By Yelyzaveta Plukhovska5 years ago in Fiction
Lucky Year Indeed
The massive barn had narrow openings in every wall, where the boards had splintered and warped after decades of weather on the Great Plains. In the late afternoon sun, I could see the light shining like wide yellow laser beams through the slats, spreading over the rusty tools that were covered in dried clumps of gray dirt, and the limp hay lying in dense mounds beneath the hay loft. Doves fluttered on the highest wooden joists, swirling the air and sending dust through the light beams in slow downward spirals. Swallows flew in and out of the gaps in the seams of the barn. Occasionally they would dart in and swoop a fast circle in the center of the barn before flying out again like a missile, back into the bright sky.
By Kate Gray5 years ago in Fiction
The Key to my Heart
‘Those were the days,’ said Jeremiah wistfully as he fumbled with his collection of keys. ‘A simple lock. A simple key. A simple life.’
By D.A. Cairns5 years ago in Fiction
Secrets in the barn
Sarah and Theo enter the barn and stand in the middle underneath a light shinning from the ceiling. “Have you got it,” asked Theo.
By Mohamed Ali5 years ago in Fiction
The First
“Is this it?” He asked a question that his wife answered by almost jumping out of the jeep and scrambling up the hill. She was pounding on the dashboard as they stopped in front of a slight hillock.
By Kendall Defoe 5 years ago in Fiction
The Funeral
The old man was superbly dressed. Fit for his age and with eyes as piercingly blue as the day he'd been born, he wore a well cut black suit, with a black shirt and tie to match. While in his youth his hair was just as dark as his garments, now it was a tired faded gray, as was his close cropped beard. He stood at the back of the church with an unreadable face and thanked people for coming as they left the funeral service. When his wife's friends and family had all gone he thanked the preacher for kind words and for the comfort he had provided the old man's wife throughout her last days in the hospital. With that done he took the urn that contained his wife's ashes and left.
By Vicente Vasquez5 years ago in Fiction
In the Light of Day
The woman woke in the pre-dawn haze, just as the sun was beginning to make its ascent over the mountain. She could see out to the east, the trees at the top of the ridge were beginning to glow softly, and she knew in a matter of minutes, this blue-gray world would be awash in gold at the dawning of a new day. A bird was already calling to its mate, singing, “Wake up, lovely. The sun waits for no one.”
By Lauren S.5 years ago in Fiction
As Fate Would Have It
Jocelyn ran her pale-painted fingertips across the old wooden door, sighing. She loved this place and now she had to sell it.
By Ivy Raye5 years ago in Fiction
Racing Thoughts
The rooster crows and the sunrise came over the old barn. The morning started out like any another normal day. Waking up at the same time as normal. Turning to see his face and noticing that he wasn’t there. There was something different today: silence. This felt unsettling as the farm never is like this. The house was lifeless and void. No footsteps walking around in the kitchen and no coffee brewing to engulf the house with its intoxicating aroma. The smell of his pillowcase made the urgency of finding him more real. Running down the stairs to see what was going on in a panic, and with every second going by grew more of urgency.
By bonnie smith5 years ago in Fiction
Rendezvous
It was a quarter past eight on a cool, fall evening and Del had still not shown up. Rita knew Del better than she knew herself, and if Del said he was going to meet her in the barn at 8:00pm, then Del would show up because he was a man of his word. Still, Rita was worried that Del had not yet snuck in quietly through the heavy barn door as he had done so often in the past. Rita looked forward to her weekly saucy trysts with Del, although they were starting to become daily rather than weekly.
By Jalen Naseman5 years ago in Fiction
The Father She Never Knew
25 years had passed since she last visited her hometown, almost everything was the same, she knew the roads like the back of her hand, but the fear of what had made her leave and kept her away all this time still played in her mind. Those memories never left; they had remained quite alive thru the years. But now she was back and that old fear was still present, “Stop! you know it’s over” after all the one that had haunted her all her life was finally gone. Her mother's life was finally free of pain.
By Claudia Rodriguez5 years ago in Fiction
Charlotte's Second Act
This big red monstrosity was the only thing Charlotte knew for the last 20 years of her life. To most people it was just a red barn that served as the location and namesake of her burgeoning company, but to her it was once a lifeline. The suggestion that someone wanted to buy Red Barn Bagel Co. was a mixture of elation and devastation, excitement that she had built something so big that someone wanted to buy it out and she could start new adventures elsewhere, and devastation that the literal barn and birthplace of her company were also no longer belong to her.
By Iryna Paikoush5 years ago in Fiction