Fantasy
Summer's Dragon
“Come out and face me foul beast!” A voice called through the dull grey air of the windy mountain top. A chill sharpened everything. A warrior sat astride his glowing, white stallion. His armour smooth silver under the thick layer of mud from his weeks of hard travel.
By B. M. Colville5 years ago in Fiction
Chocolate Kiss
StaIn the dark, hidden by the shadows of willows, stood a figure dressed in black. Slim and agile, short and proud, with onyx black hair swaying gently in the breeze. Moon light lit up the surrounding park, as aqua blue eyes pierced the veil. Light breaths could be heard along with the thump thump of the figure's heartbeat. Twigs snapped under the weight of a foot, as the figure tried to move silently along the trees. Bark falls silently to the ground as a soft and slender gloved hand braces itself against the rough trunk. A dagger shines in the moonlight, from the holster on the figure's leg.
By Nathan Raine5 years ago in Fiction
The Old Barn
Old Barn House I Can believed we left the big city to move to the middle of nowhere! Couldn’t gran just leave us money like all the other old people do. What the hell were we going to do with a farm? The closest I’ve come to wild animals is seeing pigeons on the subway and in the streets, and I know better than to mess with those crazy birds. Why on earth would she think we could handle a farm? Of course, my gran went batshit crazy with dementia or something in her teens, so I guess its her attorney to blame.
By Geralene S5 years ago in Fiction
The Life of a Barn
I am old now, but I remember the day I was born. I was built close to a pretty farmhouse. A dozen men in overalls hammering and painting for days in the cold. I was new and fresh, a traditional red barn with white beams and a little window above the double doors. Inside hay was laid out for animals who would call me their home. To the right, along the wall were small stables for the larger tenants and one large, open stable to the left for birthing babies and roaming chickens. I never understood why the chickens were able to roam, and the horses and cows were trapped in a tiny cabinet. There was a loft up top that held extra food and hay. It took a ladder to reach it. I had an incredible view. In front, I saw a pretty, white fence, and behind it, green hills and quaint dirt roads tangled and looped through each other. The sun shone into the small top window, and the rays were spliced into dozens more that lit the home of these creatures.
By Jessica Mathews5 years ago in Fiction
The Old Barn's Photo Session
Lily was laying on her back, taking pictures of wildflowers from underneath. She was trying to capture the sunlight through the petals. She was also patiently and peacefully watching the clouds as they went by, waiting for the perfect, puffy backdrop. Her back began to ache, and the sunlight was no longer revealing the intimate details. So she packed up her equipment and headed out.
By Ted Lacksonen5 years ago in Fiction
The Attack on Ardholm
Lucas Cainswright shifted his weight uneasily on the tree branch he was perched upon, squinting against the setting sun. He had been up here for hours and, despite his most fervent wishes, had exhausted all pretenses of a comfortable watch when night had begun to fall. He distinctly remembered Joss telling him this would be a simple reconnaissance mission. "Just a quick there and back." he'd said. The fact that Joss had bribed Lucas with free weapons-work without provocation should have tipped him off. Instead, here he was, in the dead of night, some eighty feet off the ground, still watching the settlement that lay a half-mile to the north.
By Chris Restoule5 years ago in Fiction
