Rhea County: A Short Story

The cacophonous sound of rain flooded my ears, but the wind had since died and it now pendent down in vertical parallel paths like ropes dependent on the sky to support them.

When people envision our beautiful little town, for the most part they think imagine the serene beaches, beautiful weather, and cool college town vibe. Oprah has even donned it the “happiest place on earth.” It’s doubtful, though, that either Oprah or the other visitors who come to

Howardsville, a quaint little city, nestled in the foothills of the Putney Mountains located forty miles southwest of Charleston, West Virginia, has a dark history. Having lived his entire life in the two –story house on the outskirts of town, Ernest Cassidy was familiar with the myths, legends, and lies about his city and was always quick to defend it.

Fayette kept her head low, hiding her still light pink cheeks as the others talked about the dance. Her dark blue eyes widened slightly with her cheeks growing even warmer when Reyen spoke that she could be his queen. She knew he was joking and messing around with her, but she wasn’t used to those kinds of things being said about her at all. She could hear Ivana state that she doesn’t want to be Queen either and planned on voting for Carrietta and Matthew planning on voting for Ivana. Fayette jumped when Carrietta threw her arm around her to give her a hug and laid her head on her shoulder. She listened as she tried to cheer her up with Matthew joining in to say that she was the cutest member of the group. Fayette couldn't help but smile at her friend, lightly

I’m from a small & affordable town called Eudora, Arkansas which is a city in Chicot County, with the population of about 2,900 people. I grew up on North Cherry Street in the house with my grandmother, mom, aunt, and father. We all stayed there when I was first born because my parents weren’t financially ready to live on their own. We were back & forth from both of my grandparents house for a few years.

The cloud was blocking the sun, an old shrine that was built deep into the forest, as the fog started to grew thicker each passing minute. Moss continues to grow on the shrine gate and on the staircase that leads to the dilapidated shrine. Little rain drops began to fall on puddles creating a drop sound singling that the droplet has descend. A person whom was staring into the cloudy sky, sitting on a log that was stuck in the water as wind started to blow its way.

Four days passed without the ground or the scene changing much, except that behind them Weathertop slowly sank, and before them the distant mountain loomed a little nearer… At the end of the fifth day the ground began once more to rise slowly out of the wide shallow valley into which they had descended… Next day, early in the morning, they came down again to the borders of the Road… At once they went on again, hearing no sound but the water swirling against

This morning - as I descended down a mountain over-pass, there was this most beautiful sheet of

As we rush to get back on the train before it leaves to go down the mountain, we can see the fog and wind decreasing, and the clouds opening up, revealing a beautiful blue sky. Before we reached the bottom of the mountain, the weather had completely cleared and we saw the summit perfectly. It was the best weather we could have asked for, not a cloud in the sky and we could see for miles all

It was a usual rainy day in the small city of Hillsboro, Oregon. The drizzle fogged the

The fells stretched out in front of them, grey and indistinct through the drizzle. There’s a saying he grew up with, ‘if you can see the hills it means it’s just about to start raining. If you can’t, it already has’. He’s known that saying as long as he can remember.

Humid, the clouds swirl menacingly, and the air weighs down on our lungs. Hair whips in our faces as we hastily stable steeds, and the ever-blackening sky looms. Wind claws, chilling the heavy air, rippling the chain-link fences.

It was a seemingly calm and peaceful fall night when a soft murmur echoed throughout the damp forest. “I can’t believe I just did this,” hung in the cool air and was carried away by the light wind. A motionless body lay on the damp forest floor, blood trickling onto the ground and soaking into the soil. Loud footsteps became fainter and fainter as they left the corpse and went far away.

The rain began letting up as he neared his destination, the lights in the distance now visible, as the rain slowly pattered down. Not much longer, he thought to himself.

With the sudden arrival of the fog the already cool autumn air seemed to chill even further down to a frost-cold as the thick cloud filled in the area, choking the visibility all around us. The abrupt plummet in temperature having brought with it a fresh set of goose bumps for me which caused me to give thought into throwing a few more pieces of wood upon the fire.