Adventure

Angelou Barn
Addison Gayle Collier was reared in one of the wealthier homes of Angelou, Mississippi. Although she was reared in a wealthy home, Addison’s parents tasked her with earning her own money like everyone else in the Collier home. No handouts, and after age twenty-five, Collier children had to establish their own living space. For Addison, she refused to reenact the stigmas like that of her siblings. Every time mother evicted one Collier, another one came trapsing back. With that, Addison moved to Providence, Rhode Island with the mindset of never looking back.
By Ashley D. Gilyard5 years ago in Fiction
Waning Rain
He didn’t know who owned it, but the property was abandoned like you might imagine abandoned to look in an old time movie. A caricature of itself. Tall, dry weeds season after season had grown through rotted tires and rolls of fence wire and bent metal posts along the edge of the dirt road. A giant fuse waiting to be lit. The road led up and around a bend where the apple orchard ended. It must have been dead for a decade at least, maybe longer. Everything was dead here in the last light of the day. The sunset off in the low Western hills reminded him of his serious time problems. He was running out of it.
By Elan Viss5 years ago in Fiction
Cryptic Cryptid
The first thing I notice is that my goats are silent. They always greet me with a loud, bleating chorus when I enter the barn to check on them before bed, but not today. I could probably hear a pin drop. Very strange.
By Lucy Arnold5 years ago in Fiction
A Girl and Her Palace
I never thought I’d see Naomi again. But here she stands before me, a shell of the vibrant young creature I knew decades ago. Age had been kind to her; that relentless, untamed spirit still flickering in her eyes. The young girl next to her looks just like Naomi did at that age: a soul of brilliant light with long, brown hair billowing around her petite face; and big hazel eyes that were too knowing to belong to a child. “This was your barn, Gram?” she asked with fascination. “Yes Evelyn, this is where your great-grandmother spent most of her time when she was your age. It was my palace, and it used to be beautiful; constantly bustling with life. I never thought I’d see it again.” Naomi explains, tears welling up in her eyes. Evelyn inspects my slanting frame, rusted walls, broken windows, and termite-infested stalls. “Tell me again what it used to be like, Gram. I want to imagine it like it’s happening now!” Evelyn exclaims excitedly. “If this barn could talk, it’d tell you every story in much greater detail than I can,” Naomi said with a nostalgic tone. She’s right, but I’m just an old, run-down barn. So as Naomi regales the girl with tales from our past together, I savor her words that breathe life into the only thing I’m still capable of sheltering: memories.
By Hannah Jenkins5 years ago in Fiction
The Barn at the End of the World
Cora pushed the rickety old shopping cart, and Max followed with his tail wagging and nose to the ground. Every day they walked. Miles upon miles. They stopped only to sleep or scavenge for food and supplies.
By Amanda Walter5 years ago in Fiction
The Legacy
“Hey, wait! Wait for me!” “Well, hurry up, twerp. We ain’t got all day.” “I know, I know, but I stepped in somethin’ yucky.”
By Katy Doran-McNamara5 years ago in Fiction
Waning Rain
He didn’t know who owned it, but the property was abandoned like you might imagine abandoned to look in an old time movie. A caricature of itself. Tall, dry weeds season after season had grown through old tires and rolls of fence wire and bent metal posts along the edge of the dirt road. A giant fuse waiting to be lit. The road led up and around a bend where the old apple orchard ended. It must have been dead for a decade at least, maybe longer. Everything was dead here in the last light of the day. The sunset off in the low Western hills reminded him of his serious time problems. He was running out of it.
By Elan Viss5 years ago in Fiction
Visitors in Time
Two boys make their way to their new discovery, pushing their bikes through the long grass of the paddock. Still wet from the river, with shirts slung over their shoulders, the sun drying their bodies. The older boy Caleb speaks to Joseph a few feet behind him, “You going to go see Guardians of the Galaxy 3?”.
By Janon5 years ago in Fiction
Burnt Old Barn
Zeph hated that he was wearing a hat. It was to blend in, but seriously, what the hell was a trucker hat? He and Natania had both shed their city garb to look like the farmers who lived outside the city; the hat had been her idea.
By Farah Thompson5 years ago in Fiction
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
Corgi Story
“Get that filthy dog outside!” Alex’s mom shouted through a menthol cigarette. They were visiting her 5th boyfriend since his father left. A small trailer in a thick forest outside of town.
By Robert Raymond5 years ago in Fiction
ᴬˢᵗʳᵃˡ ᴾʳᵒʲᵉᶜᵗᵒʳˢ
The existence of us travelers have been exposed, now the executions are taken place with many of our people. I scavenged all that I had, from clothes, protection, and documents relating to our people. The CIA already exposed our existence to the people, now the military are after us individually, Sydney didn’t understand why they would make the decision to try and kill everyone that was active in America, except it makes sense if all their main goal is total control of the people’s mind in the world. It was no longer a myth, now it was a time of action for we needed to find the sanctuary my father told be long before she died.
By 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐗5 years ago in Fiction