Love

Love In Paradise
The waves washed on the beach and ran lightly across the smooth white sand. A lone woman sat on the beach, the water trickling over her toes, the wind tossing her chestnut brown hair across her richly tanned back. She was alone on the beach. It was late at night and the moonlight danced as it glistened over the ripples in the water.
By Traci E. Langston5 years ago in Fiction
Love Undeserved
Dim lighting in an abandoned barn house. Shattered glass and chipped walls invite an all too familiar eeriness into the room. As I hunch over on all fours underneath an uncomfortably low ceiling, my eyes stay fixed on the array of colorful spiders nestled in webs above my head.
By Jesenia De La Cruz5 years ago in Fiction
What The Barn Knows
“I don’t know if I’ll ever be back to this old barn,” I thought to myself. Josh and I had practically grown up together in it. Today he was marrying Natalie in the barn. She didn’t much like me, which was fine because I didn’t much like her.
By Marie Hepfer5 years ago in Fiction
Technology and the Old World
Sam and Rachel waited out the rain in their special spot, the old barn. Sam was moving to Toronto for a few months. He'd worked with people in the construction industry while on Rumspringa. His carpentry skills quickly made him a sought-after expert in the hand-hewn wood trade. He was hired by the designers of the urban cabin lofts at Parliament and Wellesley.
By Mary Haynes5 years ago in Fiction
Love demands perception
“I'm so scared.... I don't know why. Everyone says Richard is a good man... He has money.” Elise rested Betsy's head on hers, her kettle bell clanging gingerly.
By Yelyzaveta Plukhovska5 years ago in Fiction
Lucky Year Indeed
The massive barn had narrow openings in every wall, where the boards had splintered and warped after decades of weather on the Great Plains. In the late afternoon sun, I could see the light shining like wide yellow laser beams through the slats, spreading over the rusty tools that were covered in dried clumps of gray dirt, and the limp hay lying in dense mounds beneath the hay loft. Doves fluttered on the highest wooden joists, swirling the air and sending dust through the light beams in slow downward spirals. Swallows flew in and out of the gaps in the seams of the barn. Occasionally they would dart in and swoop a fast circle in the center of the barn before flying out again like a missile, back into the bright sky.
By Kate Gray5 years ago in Fiction
The Key to my Heart
‘Those were the days,’ said Jeremiah wistfully as he fumbled with his collection of keys. ‘A simple lock. A simple key. A simple life.’
By D.A. Cairns5 years ago in Fiction
Secrets in the barn
Sarah and Theo enter the barn and stand in the middle underneath a light shinning from the ceiling. “Have you got it,” asked Theo.
By Mohamed Ali5 years ago in Fiction
The First
“Is this it?” He asked a question that his wife answered by almost jumping out of the jeep and scrambling up the hill. She was pounding on the dashboard as they stopped in front of a slight hillock.
By Kendall Defoe 5 years ago in Fiction
The Funeral
The old man was superbly dressed. Fit for his age and with eyes as piercingly blue as the day he'd been born, he wore a well cut black suit, with a black shirt and tie to match. While in his youth his hair was just as dark as his garments, now it was a tired faded gray, as was his close cropped beard. He stood at the back of the church with an unreadable face and thanked people for coming as they left the funeral service. When his wife's friends and family had all gone he thanked the preacher for kind words and for the comfort he had provided the old man's wife throughout her last days in the hospital. With that done he took the urn that contained his wife's ashes and left.
By Vicente Vasquez5 years ago in Fiction
In the Light of Day
The woman woke in the pre-dawn haze, just as the sun was beginning to make its ascent over the mountain. She could see out to the east, the trees at the top of the ridge were beginning to glow softly, and she knew in a matter of minutes, this blue-gray world would be awash in gold at the dawning of a new day. A bird was already calling to its mate, singing, “Wake up, lovely. The sun waits for no one.”
By Lauren S.5 years ago in Fiction
As Fate Would Have It
Jocelyn ran her pale-painted fingertips across the old wooden door, sighing. She loved this place and now she had to sell it.
By Ivy Raye5 years ago in Fiction