The Barn: A Narrative Fiction

The first time I read the novel “The Shack,” I immediately empathized with the main character. The story is about a little girl who was abducted from a camping site and found murdered. Its main story line follows the emotional roller coaster of her father, Mack. Not to give the entire story away, I will not discuss exactly what Mack experienced. However, losing his daughter filled him with so much pain and anger. Mack could not understand how this could happen, why this would happen to his daughter. Ultimately he struggles with God, wanting to know why God would let his daughter be taken away in such a brutal murder. I have faced struggles and sadness in my life that made me cry out to God asking,

We stood outside a large dark log cabin, the Pioneer Hall, on Disney’s Fort Wilderness property in Orlando Florida, which had a square porch and a log railing that contained a wooden rocking chair. This environment was one of the few places down south that made me feel like I was back in Pennsylvania, with the forest floor visible, the great, tall trees, and the country feeling that was given off from the surroundings. When 4:30 pm finally rolled around, a blonde lady in a greenish plaid long skirt, brown cowboy boots, and white blouse came out and rang the dinner bell of the restaurant, justly named the Hoop-Dee-Doo Revue, due to its hillbilly appearance.

The Whiting Homestead in St. Johns, Arizona, has brought our family together for nearly one-hundred years. On July 19th, 1919 a land patent was issued to my great- great grandfather, for one-hundred and sixty acres of land in the White Mountains. He was able to claim this land after three years of walking countless miles from his home, to stay there every night to claim the land. This place has brought me so many cherished memories, and I have always loved everything about going up to the White Mountains and staying in our grandparents’ cabin. We called it the “Brown Cabin,” because it was painted a dull, cocoa brown color. It was a quaint little cabin with a kitchen area, and separated by a door, was a big room where family members would crowd

Peridot looked at her reflection in the pool at the Barn. She still grimaced a bit at seeing what had become of her on Homeworld. She looked at her 4 arms, her fingers now resembled something "alien-like". 3 clawed fingers on each hand, with each hand having a sticky pawpad of some sort.

Before long, a girl came into the dusty coop and opened the shades. As sunlight slowly crept in to our miserable cell, I nudged my mom softly. “Jessica, is today

Shelby squinted and rested her hand on the rough bark on the tree next to her. In the distance, she saw a small cabin elevated on a hill.

From her kitchen window Virginia saw her sleek black dachshund Rascal trot across the black yard with one of poor Margaret's femurs in his mouth. She had been eating the last bite of the watermelon her friend had provided when he started parading his discovery. The naughty dog had been digging in the compost pile again.

At one point or another in life, everyone has to make decisions that change one's life forever. Usually one encounters an event or a thing that propels such a decision. In William Faulkner's short story, "Barn Burning," Sarty, a young boy, is going through a period of initiation into adult life. During this process, he has to make a life altering decision. For Sarty, his father's fires become the element that plays many roles and eventually drives him to decide the path of his life.

A few kids kept running by the building and we saw their outlines past the windows. They were chuckling, as though playing catch and kiss.

All visible curtains in the house were closed. A perplexed look spread across her face. Her parents always hated the house being dark. To Gannon, it always seemed a bit strange why they would hate that. She placed her coffee mug at the edge of the counter and walked into the living room.

At about 4:00 a.m., a ship boarded a small port in California. It took three hours to unload the pretty light cargo. There were six crewmen who helped unload. One of them, a big heavy man named Bob used his knife to cut the boxes open and out popped about 800 kittens. The crew went ahh and ooh at the little furballs. Bob put two kittens in a box to take home for his two daughters.

Mitch makes the pedal hit the metal as they flew across the freeway. Melanie was sleeping on the shoulder of Lydia as Cathy looked out of the window. Lydia heard a soft flutter of the lobe bird’s wings and she stares at the cage like they are about to attack. The birds started to sing their song gets louder and louder until behind them Cathy sank in her seat. She slowly sits up to look again and what she say was real she screams “No!!! They are coming behind us! Hurry!” but they could out run the flock of birds.

"I have no idea of what is happening right now and I can't make decision without the alpha, but this is odd, take her to the pack house." Max ordered, feeling quite exhausted after hours of guarding and running around, they started to head back.

Her aunt’s house had always been drafty. Miriam recalled her childhood visits to the manor. Endless drafty rooms full of neglected and forlorn furniture. Another waft of cool air brushed against her neck sending chills down her spine. She shivered. Since her aunt’s death the manor seemed gloomier. An eerie presence

“Oh, it’s okay,” she said, looking down and clutching at her blankets. “I could do better. But alas, I have nowhere I can go. We can only leave the home if signed out by a relative, and, well…” her voice drifted away.