Short Story: Kaidens

Glancing toward the bridge window, she noticed the captain’s chair wasn’t bolted down. Walking over, she grabbed the chair and began smashing it into the door. After a few minutes of swinging the chair and uttering a number of colorful metaphors, she collapsed, exhausted. She was going to die here. There was no way out of this.

Brooke, it’s not that hard, you can do it.” That is the deep and stern brotherly voice I hear when I’m trying to accomplish whatever is assigned to me. Hunter has always inspired me, even though we may seem like we hate each other all the time, he is the type of person who is dedicated to helping people. He’s the type of person that will put everything he has into the farming and livestock that he raises, because that is what he loves to do, it’s his way of life. Also, him and I both enjoy learning about agriculture, because there is still so much that we don’t know. That is where him and I are so much alike when it comes to the agricultural aspect of things, we both have our hearts filled with agriculture.

“The gearshift,” she spayed her fingers over it, rubbing it too and fro, waiting for John’s attention, “has always interested me. I love how the power comes through it. Press here and you go down.” Lightly she ran her red nails over the knob, “throw it here and things get moving, propelling you faster toward your destination.” Sarah licked her red lips leaning closer to John. “I like it when you grab the shaft instead of the ball and flick it…” She paused bringing her hand down the stick. She twisted, magically unbuttoning her jacket and her corset groaned with the weight of her confined breast. She parted her lips and pursed them as John strained to look at her. John’s foot uncontrollably pushed on the accelerator, propelling the truck forward at a greater

It had taken some rearranging, but the Payne’s were going to have to share a room, with each of her sisters and their husband bedding in one of the girl’s double beds. Pa grumbled the most when he was sent out to the shed to share the space with his sons, who had been carried there earlier. Alma sensibly pointed out that the senior Paynes couldn’t be expected to sleep in the shed and Ma’s bed had taken over the parlor. Still, he took some persuading to go back out into the pounding rain and race to the barn. Finally, Alma propped her legs on the edge of the bed and slept the night away in the bedside rocker. The day had been long and hard and she was exhausted. She had planned to sit through the night with Ma anyway. But if Ma stirred, she didn’t call enough to wake

The students arrived at the farm of Brian and Liz Kinney around 9 a.m. for a soil judging contest in which they would analyze the dirt to determine its characteristics and what it would support. Their son, Isaac Kinney, was among the Triway students traipsing around the family farm.

Carter Aarestad was born on May 24, 1996 into something he would do for the rest of his life; farming. Farming may sound pretty simple, but deep down there are a lot of things a farmer does. Before you can become a farmer, you have to learn how to farm. There are three main things you need to learn. You need to learn how to plant, spray, and harvest. Carter started learning when he was really young. He started out by riding in the combines, helping out without being asked, and learning about being responsible.

The field, it's pretty as the nearby forest, crossed by many trails that led to the woodcutter's, camp. The following day Grandma Gilbert served us breakfast and the grandfather assigned to each boy, Gilbert, Jacob and myself work. In the morning collect firewood and brought it to the deposit behind the house. Afterward cleaned off the barn, pulled out the horses and cows to graze in the neighboring field. Leah will aid grandmother. What a discovery for Leah, the

With the beast occupied, Montague trudged onward to his destination. Now in the valley’s eastern shadow where giant sequoia trees lead to the land of Illyrium, he knew he was only minutes away. It was a good thing he held onto the more important of the two bags, he thought. The farmer was tired and his muscles were

As he is called in for his session, he walks straight towards the only machine that interested him enough to take some time out of his find-a-way-out-of-the-room plan. The device turns on with the simple click of a button and it tests a person’s memory on edible and poisonous plants. Although he did waste most of his time and effort for a fruitless, futile goal, he didn’t squander the entire allotted time given to the

He woke up the next morning at 6:45, but little did he know that traffic was going to be worse than ever. Wilbur lives 17 minutes away from ikea, and he leaves at 7:30 just to be safe. 5 minutes into his drive, Wilbur had gotten on the highway and that's

The tone of this story is one of fear, regret, and guilt. The story first leaves the reader with impression that it may be a recount of the life of a daughter who was lost due to neglect. Soon it is evident

Like a shot, he charged up a hillock to the smoldering shell of the family 's house. His foster sisters might have escaped into the forest. Heart thundering, he searched the ruins, praying to find nothing within. Sweat rolled down his face and into his eyes, mingling with the swirling ash and soot.

Arlen’s initiation festivities at the Center Longhouse had been fun, but the men forced too much ale on the boy, and Taran had the feeling his newest warrior was going to be in for a lot of pain the next day, which is exactly what happened. Arlen turned up for dyke-digging duties with a green face, his eyes half closed, and his hair looked as if someone had left him out in a rainstorm for a sennight. The men paused in their work and howled with laughter, but they understood and gave Arlen easier jobs for the day.

As Rye was sitting on the creaking floor boards a thought hit him, he remembered something his mother told him, “be strong like an ox!” Suddenly a gang of raiders came down from the north came to torch the village to ashes. A horn blew. It was the raider chieftain Kai Tai’s way of terrifying the villagers. Outside the Barn two raiders were battering through the barn door, then Rye’s mother said “hide, son! Hide in the rafters!” from his hiding place Rye saw the doomed doors explode into a shower of splinters and he saw his mother being dragged away.

-“Oh, father” – answered the boy – “Can we keep the farm? I cannot just leave my friends. They need me”