Adventure
True Love Was Born in a Stable
Dakota Territory 1866 Seren sighed contentedly as she drove back towards the barn. Today had been a good day, mostly because she had gotten to drive her favorite pony, Pebbles, all day while making deliveries for her elderly neighbor, Tim.
By A. Yvonne Magnuson5 years ago in Fiction
The Eye of the Shark
Jasmine lived a safe life. A safe, boring life. Her middle-class parents gave their three children the best life they could. Gene, the oldest, was the classic firstborn son who lived up to the high expectations set for him, becoming a doctor. The youngest, Crystal, had her wild period but emerged Valedictorian and joined the Navy after graduation. As the middle child, Jasmine often felt ignored and lost. She was an average student in high school and college, with no clue of what to do with herself.
By Lynn Jordan5 years ago in Fiction
Buffaloman Treasure
The Anderson farmhouse originally served as an 1868 homestead built on the hills above Walla Walla, Washington. It had been added to many times since its first two-room floor plan. It now boasted two stories, five-bedrooms, with a den, and had sprouted a long, covered porch on the south and east sides. The original barn still stood strong. Other antiquated farm buildings, however, remained off-limits, as Grandpa joked, “Their held together by all them spider web.”.
By Sam Walker5 years ago in Fiction
Home Sweet Casa
It was dark and dirty as the migrants huddled together in the dirt. Every time the grass rustled or the brush moved tension rose among them. Could the sound be an alligator or a snake? Rey Santiago, just sixteen years old, knew the Rio Grande Valley was said to have a robust population of both. He observed how Mothers and fathers held their infants and children close to their chests in a protective embrace. He felt isolated and alone.
By pamela mayer5 years ago in Fiction
Eyes Ablaze Like the Sun
Whispering wind filtered through the rough-hewn lodgepole slats. The dark sienna boards were all but rotted through, most of the white chinking eroded away. In reply to the mumbling wind, the old barn creaked and muttered, sighing secrets from decades long past.
By Jessica Stevens5 years ago in Fiction
The Cottage
She sat alone in the dark, in the early morning hours. Just listening. It was her time of the day. Before the stresses of the day weighed down on her shoulders. She stared out over the ocean, watching, and listening to the waves roll over the beach. The water glistening and sparking as the sun just began to crest over the horizon. The world, slowly coming to life in the break of day. The birds had been singing throughout the still darkness, but now the cresting sun shown over their wings as they glided throughout the crisp morning air.
By Daryl Benson5 years ago in Fiction
The Barn
The Barn Moving to a new area can be exciting but scary at the same time. It was always Jack and Jill's dream to own a farm. As soon as they started looking for land, they came upon a house that had a farmhouse and a bright, red barn. The farmhouse had been gutted for years. So they fixed that up.
By Kelly Vedder5 years ago in Fiction
Take Me Back To The Old Barn
Taeyang had been to many countries through his work, but none had captured his heart like Norway. The Scandinavian music scene, the history of vikings, midnight sun and the pretty little houses by the docks inspired him. He had found a home from home. The rural delights of Norway was miles away from the urban life of Korea that he was so used to, but the change eased years of tension.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Fiction
