Stories tagged “wood”

  • 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 Cemetery

    The cemetery was an eerie call of what was my pass. Lying in a coffin, seeing the dirt creep its way threw the faulty wood, which has fallen under pressure from the dirt. Days and months all seemed in relevant not knowing if you’re alive or dead. I c...

  • Og's discovery

    There was once a caveman, and like many caveman he was named Og, because caveman didn’t have properly developed vocal cords and couldn’t pronounce the complex names we have today such as Joe or Bob. One day, Og was quickly rotating a stick ...

    • Author: Jonabeth
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Wood workers shop

    We made reproductions of 18th century chairs and cabinets in our shop. We used only hand tools and I found that there was almost a spiritual nature in the work. To shape the wood, you needed sharp tools. A dull chisel or plane iron didn’t slice the w...

  • Leaving Stowed Treasures Lie

    A boy awakens. The dust of the attic is peacefully settled about him, and the sun no longer streams through the window. Pale light now sifts through, pitiably diffuse and weak. Worries start to nag at the boy, creeping from the shadows and reeking of a...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Shack

    The wind came up from the West, rattling the lone, remaining shutter hanging on rusted hinges. Everything of metal on this place seemed to be rusted to within a second of falling apart completely. Nails had worked their way slowly out of the wood that ...

  • Ashes Remain: Prologue Part 2

    Quivering digits turned the pale photograph over, my crystal orbs studying it’s backside. A short sigh of breath escaped as I turned the picture over once again. I stood, my gray suit jacket rustling against the wooden chair that I had just sat o...

  • Remnants

    Trees leave Dried pine Needles On floors Of wood In the Shadows Of doors

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 1 year ago.
    • 5 out of 5