Fantasy
All That Remains
Isn't it funny that we should find the hidden beauty in the things that we leave behind? Labored by the hands of a craftsman, materials gathered and manipulated into form. Minutes stretched into hours which gave way to days that strung into weeks. Rough hands worked the tools of their trade, forged in fires to heat their metal, molds cast to bring shape to life. Used to remove and clear away the uneven perfection of nature, dumped and discarded out of the way. The ground leveled to give a stable base to what was to sit upon it, a much needed and most unremarkable barn. At least, that is the storied life that it was to have, but a path intended isn't always the path that we choose in the end.
By AgeLessFate5 years ago in Fiction
The Magic Barn
The Owl flew into the old barn and perched on the rafter. He sat there majestically, the King of the Night, waiting for her to come. They would meet at this appointed place every night. This was their only time together, for they could never coexist in reality. In a previous time they had been in love, but an evil witch had cursed them. She had taken them from their human forms and transformed them into their animal shapes. The love of his life had taken on the figure of his prey. A small white mouse would sneak into the barn. She would hide among the scattered ruins. She was careful to remain unseen until the hour came each night that would free them momentarily from their spell. This was no ordinary barn for it had been blessed with magic. It was the magic of Love capable of bringing together the impossible.
By Pamela Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
Ghost Story
Poppy waited in the cemetery until nightfall—there was nothing else they could really do. While they didn’t particularly mind being a ghost, it was getting boring fast. According to Blair, spirits usually weren’t powerful enough to interact with the living outside of midnight in their first few weeks of death. And he would know, of course—he was the local ghost hunter, after all. Poppy didn’t even believe in ghosts until they were one.
By Christian Bellmore5 years ago in Fiction
Downpour
I was shot six times -- three times in the chest, once in my right arm, and twice in my right leg. I couldn't tell you who killed me or why, I just know that this barn, slumped in the same position day after day is where I spend my eternity. I don't know if I sleep at all. Not once did I try to keep track of the time. I couldn't tell you the year, let alone the day or hour it is. I don't know what the outside world is like anymore. I only know this rusted red remnant from when I was alive.
By Cody Steinberg5 years ago in Fiction
Halfway To Nowhere Special
It is too cold to sleep outside. I shake myself awake every other minute. I even dream of a warm prison bed. I walk the streets looking for cars with unlocked doors. No need for the stereo or their trash on the floor. Just the metal box that keeps away the wind, the cool, Cold air of winter. Protection from others humanity.
By Craig Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
No Shelter from the Storm: When dreams and dragons can’t get you home
The storefronts give way to large residential lots and the fresh air swirls around them. They arrive at a property with an enormous barn set to the side. Enclosed entirely by a split-rail fence, they enter the yard at the gate.
By Amy Proebstel5 years ago in Fiction
LOST CITY:THE OLD BARN
I am going to tell you the same story about that old barn outside of town that my mama told me, and her mama told her, so on and so forth. The tale begins long before there were paved roads, automobiles, or even electric. Everyone has heard of the Salem Witch trials that took place in 1692, but our little town has kept the secrets of Lost City, Oklahoma, and what it used to be. The only evidence that is still around is that old barn right there on the edge of town. Lost City was not always the name of this little town I call home, it was once known as Makeayway Valley. Makeaway Valley was the tribunal home of a very powerful people, the Waymaker Gemini Coven.
By Greylee Tynewise5 years ago in Fiction
