How could he be so perfect? So shy and timid, but perfect? How could my stomach flip so many times just from looking at him? How could one cornfield, that I had no idea about, set up an amazing moment? And amazing moment I would never forget? I had no idea.A short story.
Marcus, a ten-year-old boy, goes out into the cornfields one day to play. However, what price does playing in these fields cost him?
"...it was still a single lane, country road that stretched in opposite directions for miles and miles, undulating and straight."
My eyes dart, searching for a getaway. Everything that lays before me is unknown territory. I analyze my options: miles of dark forest or miles of cornfield. Neither seems like the better option. The forest stands closer, but there's a higher chance of losing him in the cornfield."I can hear you breathing..."I suck in a violent gulp of air.It's now or never.
All Tsuki ever wanted was to be left alone and write songs. But her mother pays Lucy, Tsuki's upbeat neighbor, to take Tsuki to a Halloween party. On the way the car breaks down in the middle of the cornfield and Tsuki and Lucy have to find their way home.
This short story is about a teenager that tells what she experienced on her grandparents farm where she lives currently.
A short story aimed to teach about the cycle of life in a fun and wholesome way
Just a short horror story I made in writing class :) Please give me feedback :D
After his girlfriend mysteriously vanishes, a young man sets out to find her by going to her last known place: an isolated cabin the middle of nowhere, right in the center of a thriving cornfield. Once there, Hawk, a typical city boy finds himself thrust into the mystery and horror of long kept secrets that all lead back a bizarre, gated community that rehabilitates criminals known as Corneliuville!
"When I was a boy, my favourite thing to do was to walk through my father's cornfield..."An encounter with a strange creature when he was a child leaves an old man with a mystery to impart.
"Her soft hands gripped the back of my neck firmly and pulled my lips into hers - a move that always killed me, if i may say so. Her kiss was soft, yet strong. Longing and saying more than a thousand words.My mind went blank. All I could think about was her, all I felt was her. Her body softly rocking against mine - what she probably didn't even notice -, the smile on her lips, her tongue playing with mine and her hands in my hair."This book was inspired by picture 150 in my book "Pictures".
"Well then, may the best man win!""The best man? Sorry, are you daft?" Evelyn asked, offended."Oh, right. Umm. May the best person Win!" he paused. "Doesn't really have the same ring to it, does it?""Nope."|×××××××|×××××××|×××××××|She was the creative. The calculated. The clever. He was the obnoxious. The exciting. The lively. She had blue eyes, she wore blue robes - his hair was fire that clashed with his clothes. She made plans and he shattered the norm, she thought everything through and he disregarded the rules. She threw the quaffle, he brandished a bat, she found comfort in the ordinary and he broke free of expectations.Evelyn Fortescue had thought she and Fred Weasley were as opposite as sugar and spice when he first crossed her path - and the four years they'd barely mixed within had assured her she'd thought right. Until an icy encounter as the summer drew to a close, after which their lives seemed thrown together at each twist and turn.And when he teased her, she talked back, and when he challenged her, she took his hand and gave him a chance. And they found a friendship, and maybe more...And Evelyn discovered that his wild ways weren't as foolish as she'd thought before.[ 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝑿 𝑶𝑪 ][ 𝑷𝒐𝑨 - 𝑶𝒐𝒕𝑷 ][ 𝑶𝒏𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 ]
Danny is a cat who lives on a farm with his brothers. One day Danny see a mouse! What will he do next? Kinda inspired by warriors cats :)
COMPLETE***"Stop the bus!" I screamed to Michelle, but she cried, "I don't know which one the brake is! We're going to crash! Hold on!" And with that final cry, she pulled the wheel towards the left. I felt the curve unbalance the bus, and it rolled to the side. Glass smashed and I covered my head. I tumbled like that for what seemed like a long time, and finally, all I could hear was the sound of the corn creaking in the wind.***Bus accident. Lost. Alone. When Fissya survives a school bus crash, she must find help before it's too late. But the help may not be what it seems like...
A science fiction story about an organization in a distance cornfield, secretly using children for business and labor in some deranged slave trade. This short story was written by Ashley Pitaluga with additional ideas and help from Ashley Darby, written for our teacher in the seventh grade.
This is a cool short story that I think you should check out. I'm not going to say more because it's so short that one sentence could ruin the whole theme.