Amish Novels & Stories

I wasn’t sure what made him lower his clawed hand, but whatever it was made his eyebrows crease and the anger in his eyes flicker. Clint Armstrong chose that moment to stir and began shuffling further away from us. I gritted my teeth to keep from snapping at the man, not that it would’ve mattered because Asher’s snarl was loud enough to drown out even the shrillest of voices. “Mr. Armstrong, I’m going to recommend you don’t move…” I told him, keeping my voice a low and even tone. Clint muttered something unintelligibly, but I did manage to snag the word ‘feral,’ which made a second snarl tear from Asher’s throat. There was a flash of annoyance in my voice when I added, “…or speak.”

I said, "I could keep you company sometimes." "You'll be late for school." he said and walked away. You won't be playing hard to get for too long. ** I saw Adam on my way to 5th period, he was standing at someone else's locker, the owner peeked out on the other side of the locker and I couldn't lie, she was pretty, way prettier than me, silky brown hair and hazel eyes, with full lips painted a nice rosy pink. She had on a black plaid skirt, a black hoodie and was wearing converse sneakers.

My mouth formed an 'o' shape in understanding. Hayden's uncle stepped out of the car and walked towards us. He was a tall man, with dark skin that matched Hayden's complexion, making me realize how common it was here. Dark skin was prevalent among the majority of people I saw, and I admired the acceptance and lack of discrimination. "Aye, look at my boy Slim!" his uncle exclaimed loudly, embracing Hayden in a hug. Hayden seemed displeased by the affection, but his uncle only laughed, unaffected. "Yuh aunt vex. She say she ain't see yuh in so long," his uncle continued, and Hayden rolled his eyes.

He smirked the moment he saw me, that kind of smirk that never reached his eyes. “Well, look who crawled back,” he said, voice slick and playful. “You sure you’re still one of us, Ash? ’Cause word is, you’ve been getting soft.” I ignored him and kept walking. He followed like a shadow that wouldn’t quit. “I’m just saying,” he went on, “Griff’s losing faith. Man needs soldiers, not saints.” “I’m not here for a sermon,” I replied, grabbing a beer just to keep my hands busy. My fingers shook around the bottle. I hated that he noticed.

Cornelia Mason was right!! Amryth is just the way I left it. Amryth's a small town forgotten by everyone outside of it, It stands still in time, and the people who live here go through the same cycles as well. They are born, they slack through school, find a girlfriend or boyfriend in high school, get married after graduation and then slack at their parents jobs everyday till they die. I know some wealthy outsiders view this kind of life as simple and idealistic..... but it's so far from that.

Knight didn’t know the name of the bar he ended up in, only that it catered to the techie elite, business-oriented and political types, not your Average Joe or those in the military, and it had a solid selection of brand-name whiskey he’d been drinking like water for the past hour. Shame he didn’t feel anywhere close to drunk, but he rather thought he could make it to buzzed if he emptied another bottle or two of Macallan twenty-five years.

Isabella “Are you …” My frown deepens and I hesitate to ask. “Are you Amish or something?” I glare at him the moment he bursts out laughing. “It’s not funny!” My cheeks puff up as I cross my arms over my chest. “I’m sorry.” He tries to swallow his laughter, but I note the amusement in his eyes. “It’s just that nobody has ever thought of us that way. To be honest, I’ve never really paid much attention to what people think of us and our lifestyles.” He shrugs, leaning against the wall. He crosses his arms over his chest and leisurely places one ankle over the other. He looks comfortable. Relaxed.

Amar and Toreh sat opposite each other. “Eloive say the grace”, Amar demanded plainly. “Amar! That’s rude”, Toreh cautioned. “We’re Catholics. Does he know that Toreh?”, their mother asked. “He does now”. “Are ou familiar with the Catholic grace before meal Eloive? I won’t be surprised if you don’t, given the Lancaster’s way of worship”, Amar said. “Amar enough! I’ll just say the grace. Bless us oh Lord and these your gifts, which we are about to receive from your bounty through the same Christ our Lord, Amen”.

I say and she nods before frowning. "You would probably want someone quieter than a Makskin now that I think about it... A warrior from Shikaz or Gaimo, maybe, or even Glortinon. They tend to be on the quieter side. I wish some Puelos were competing. You would like them as well," Liamee says and her pink cheeks darken.

turned around and went back to the front door to lock it. After he made sure that their home was secure he continued to run after his sister until he was right by her side. He looked ahead of them. In the not so far of distance he could see the line where trim country grass from the Farmers Open Fields met with wilderness. Such a difference between the two pieces of land. Almost like different worlds. There was a flimsy wooden gate between the farmland and Forest that seemed to be holding the later back from oozing into their village. They had entered the forest quite a few times before and they always entered in the same place right there. Where country meets wilderness at the flimsy gate.