Love
Love Will Last Forever
The barn had changed since she had last seen it. She could remember when it’d been freshly painted red, the paint had gleamed in the sun for days. Her father had joked that you could always tell who snuck out of the dance hall those days since they would always come back with paint on their clothes. Now, even the wood was faded. Had it really been so many years? Even though it had seemed like a blink of an eye, her aching bones reminded her it had been many long years since her days dancing in the barn.
By Keely Huber5 years ago in Fiction
The Longest Kiss Goodnight
I love you. I have spoken those words many times, to many different people, but it wasn’t until I met her that I realized how hollow those words rang. She taught me what love truly is, what it means to be in love, and how it feels to have that same love reciprocated.
By David Dausch5 years ago in Fiction
Heartbreaker for Hire
My name is Violet and I am a heart breaker. Like, literally, it’s a family business. We get paid for it. So that’s why it’s not a huge deal that I’m cutting a hole in someone’s skylight so I can drop into his bathroom undetected. It’s part of the job.
By Valerie Ngai5 years ago in Fiction
First last love
The old barn had stood abandoned on the edge of the property for as long as he could remember. It had never been used as far as he could tell. He didn’t even know why he stood inside it now, except he couldn’t stand another second inside that house.
By Kelly Mendoza5 years ago in Fiction
Memories of Another Life
As she drove the small rental car down the highway towards her home town, Alice really had no idea if she would be able to find the dirt road in her memory. She hadn’t thought about the place in over twenty years. It had been almost that long since she had seen the man who had put this place in her memory to begin with.
By Anna Munson5 years ago in Fiction
One More Time
The barn would be the place. Definitely the barn. No one else is home & mom has this thing about entertaining when we are home alone, especially when the guest is of the opposite gender. She would say, “It doesn’t look good. The neighbors will talk.”
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock5 years ago in Fiction
Secret Lovers in an Old Barn
Her hair, unbound. A chestnut waterfall skimming her waist. The corset tied so painstakingly this morning cast into the corner of the old, rundown barn. Her clothes a trail leading to where they lay, a faded leather cowboy hat discarded in the hay.
By Jessica Nelson 5 years ago in Fiction
Hindsight
Hindsight Prologue What makes a family?
By Milissa McDaniel5 years ago in Fiction
