Series
Dreams of Lesser Gods
Falling with every bit of gravity's worst intentions, striking its' mark true and flush, the sledge hammer landed with a deafening thud. The high pitched ring of concrete clashing with iron, muffled by the crush of flesh and bone. Flesh and bone the width of a human hand to be exact, separating stone from stone breaker.
By Oren Lomena5 years ago in Fiction
Stockpile
It is 2034. Independent farms are obsolete. All forms of cattle are nearly extinct. Nina Claytor and her father, Wyatt, are all that is left of the family farm. The old barn now a withered blue, at her prime a lacquered navy. The only cattle left is that of the family's favoritism.
By Isabel Manning5 years ago in Fiction
The Obsidian Butterfly
Atzi didn’t believe in the gods. The all-powerful beings believed to be hovering above the grey clouds and moon, somewhere in the heavens, causing floods and fires and storms when forgotten or ignored. The beings that her people slit palms and splattered copper blood on the stairs of temples for and sacrificed the hearts of animals and slaves to keep their own hearts beating one more day. The beings that stayed quiet through it all.
By Zoe Mathers5 years ago in Fiction
Secrets From The Grave
I used to believe that love conquers all and family means everything. I was always the loyal one. The strong one. The one that mended things. I used to want to help, and I did. Always. I believed my family was so important. In fact, I believed they were the most important thing, but I was wrong.
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)5 years ago in Fiction
Nightmare into Fantasy
“Bro, how were you able to talk me into this?” Anthony grunted as he moved another bale of hay toward the front of the barn. Sweat was dripping furiously from his brow and he had long ago abandoned the ragged t-shirt he wore today. He should have known the day was going to play out like this. Every time… every…damn… time, Parker asked him to come out to his parent’s ranch, Parker, that sneaky s.o.b. always manipulated him into chores.
By JJ Sandler5 years ago in Fiction
The Marigold Scripture
Mara and Antonio had spent hours poring over old notes and going through pictures of other old pages from books that no longer existed. Mara’s eyes stung from having stared at the laptop screen so much and even Antonio had been rubbing his eyes, trying to clear his vision.
By Mariam Naeem5 years ago in Fiction
Peace & Cake
My eyes had opened for only a moment, and it seemed that nothing had changed. The sun was piercing through the holes in the barn’s boards, but there was no warmth to welcome me into the day –I wasn’t even sure what day it was. Had I been sleeping for just a few hours, with the sun now rising after a long night? Or had the sun gone around and around in the sky, while I slept in the shelter of an old barn? I thought for a moment, but then a deep sigh brought pain back to my body, and I was all too aware of my broken arm and busted knee. I reached a hand out to the lantern in front of me and turned the dial to break the flame; and then my eyelids fell as quickly as my hand back down to the bed of hay.
By Maeple Fourest5 years ago in Fiction
Fighting for Absolution
A building sob of relief threatened to choke Tilly when the barn came into view. She had finally found the place shown in her vision, and the promise of refuge sent renewed energy into her aching muscles, helping her legs to move a little faster as she ran. She could only hope the flames that had engulfed the dilapidated structure in her vision hadn’t been a bad omen.
By Caitlin Justine5 years ago in Fiction
