Stories tagged “farm”

  • The Love Of The Crime Series - The Beginning

    My father use to tell me to never forget the small things in life, you never know when it will drift away into the darkness. I had wasted many aimless nights sitting in a dark lit room, lighting up and drinking the last sips inside the bottle. It was o...

  • The Love Of The Crime Series - The Old Love

    I was only an hour into fixing the old farm when an old voice came from the corn field, a once calming voice. “Well now I thought if there was one person who I thought that wouldn’t come back it was you Mike.” I was almost about to f...

  • The Love Of The Crime Series - Never Look Back

    A month into the season and the fields has turned up one turnip. I couldn’t imagine what this season would bring fourth, if I was to survive off of one payment of one growth I should retire before I even started. I was greatly missing the city li...

  • Deception All Around

    JoAnn’s father, John, was a conservative man, knowing full well the value of a dollar. Her mother, Hannah, liked to spend money on trivial things, diving into the savings in the jar labeled ‘vacation’ whenever she had a need. John was...

  • Ways We Dodge The Truth

    “WHAT WERE YOU DOING OUT SO LATE?!” John yelled at his teenage daughter. “Dad!” she startled, sitting up in bed. “That’s right, I saw you climb the trellis. You have a boy in here?” John flung the closet door w...

  • Making Sure The Cover is Not Blown

    John was glad that his daughter hadn’t seen him, however he couldn’t have her compromising his secret dealings. That was too close. He could not risk any exposure. His clientele relied on his secure business operations. He shrugged off his ...

  • JoAnn's Happily Grounded

    JoAnn ate her dinner voraciously. Her mother remarked that she was glad to see her appetite back. Her father reminded her that she was not to leave the house this evening, nor call anyone on the phone. She retired to her room. Under her bed she’d...

  • Affirmation of A Mother's Worst Fears

    “Yeah, I’m fine. Why?” JoAnn tried to look innocent. “You’re habits are changing. You haven’t eaten breakfast the past few days, then you eat constantly when you get home after school. You seem to be gaining weight. ...

  • Strange Phone call

    Cal was doing a few reps on his mother’s home gym. He’d never really had any motivation to work out. The only girl he wanted didn’t care if he was buff or not. But he found that the repetition allowed him to think. JoAnn was going to ...

  • Interrogation

    Cal drove to JoAnn’s farm wondering exactly who had asked for his presence. He hoped it was JoAnn, but knew it probably wasn’t. “Cal!, Please come in.” JoAnn’s mother opened the door wide, but didn’t smile. JoAnn was...

  • Discussion Over Cookies

    JoAnn, still grounded, now serving Cal some home-made chocolate chip cookies, was feeling better about getting most of the story out in the open. “Honey, I think we should tell your Father,” her mother said between bites. “Mom, heR...

  • All Out in The Open

    Hannah looked up at the handsome young man standing on her porch and in a heartbeat she guessed who he was. She stepped out and closed the door behind her. “JoAnn is not feeling well,” she lied. Just then Mr. Arnold, JoAnn’s father, p...

  • Table Talk

    John stormed upstairs after JoAnn, slamming her door open. “Get your sorry ass back downstairs this INSTANT!” he yelled. JoAnn had flopped on her bed, and simply let the rebound bounce her back to her feet before she stormed back downstairs...

  • Phantom

    There are no memories. Only the wind. Only myself. Even that is gone. I know what things around me are called. The tree is brown, its leaves are green. The sky is blue, clouds are white. The little dots below me are people, and when I move closer to th...

  • Flow

    Some names are more difficult to bring to mind than others. Tiny reminders sent to my train of thought to help me know what’s happening. A person is standing outside, a girl, with light hair and a bright smile. I go straight toward her. She’...

  • Seventeen Small Candles

    Seventeen small candles were all she saw. Teetering delicately on the solid wooden table, their cylindrical forms dared passers-by to play. Go on. Nudge me. As she made her way towards the back door of the kitchen, she heard a dog barking outside. In t...

  • apple crisp day

    Mamma’s inside, making dinner and an apple crisp for dessert. Sissy and I love apple crisp days because it means that we can breathe. Papa’s out here rolling with the hay. His hands, his strong callused hands, bending with the shovel and cranking e...

  • In the Shadows Of Men (3)

    For 5 years I grew used to the pleasure of being cared for. As a young child, I’d been brought up in the ways of a farm, but had never yet worked. I remember clearly the rules and standards my Uncle imposed. Even as a child I’d always thoug...

  • Not a firefly

    Tucker stood in his fields as the sun was about to disappear on the horizon. After a long day of harvesting, he was tired but felt great. His corn crop once sold would bring in a lot of money this year. Tucker couldn’t ask for a better harvest. H...

  • Quick little sucker

    Tucker started to follow the strange glow through his crops. He could barely see as it was getting too dark, but he could keep up with whatever it was that was glowing in his fields. Tucker was starting to get pissed off as each time he would get close...

    • Author: Steve Saylor
    • Posted almost 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Guess who's coming to dinner?

    Tucker took off his boots outside then entered the kitchen door. Brenda was setting a small basket of biscuits on the table. “What was all that about?” “I don’t know,” Tucker said walking to the sink to wash his hands. ...

  • We need to talk

    Brenda screamed as a large gust of wind blew in past the glow into the kitchen. “Get the kids outta here!” Tucker yelled as Brenda ducked, grabbed the kids and ran out of the kitchen into the living room. Tucker grabbed a steak knife and he...

  • Here's lookin' at you kid

    Tucker rubbed his eyes as he laid there on his kitchen floor, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The world was still there, his kitchen, his family in the next room, his farm, but it all looked different. It was as if someone or something tu...

  • You came at a bad time

    “What the hell?” Tucker was angry, he felt like this “thing” was violating his wife by appearing just like her. “We do apologize Tucker, we thought being in this form would be easier for you,” Fake Brenda said. ̶...

    • Author: Steve Saylor
    • Posted almost 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Renewable Resource (Mature)

    Tunali, the largest of the trolls, lumbered through fields. Young, elvish ladies (all either in labor or close to it) lined the rows. Shackled to the ground, blood ran from many places on their bodies, most of which was the sacred cradle. One after the...