Back To The Sixties Farm Novels & Stories

Grandpa said as if that were a sin. "Very funny guys, I don't tell you anything from what you hear..." "The good music of the 1960s is the music of a golden age, but the world isn't ready for this conversation," Luc explained for the millionth time. It was one of the things he and Grandpa agreed on. Both of them played music from the sixties in the workshop, they sang without shame what I didn't know if it bothered the rest of us or not. "Can you play You Belong with Me? It's the only one I have yet to learn," he asked, and I gladly obliged.

She kneeled in front of them and broke into tears as she desperately shook their body so that they would wake up. "Mom, Dad! Please wake up!" She yelled at the top of her lungs with her tears streaming down her face. Just then, her mom's hand weakly reached out towards Kathilyn's cheek, her thumb gently rubbing against her skin to wipe her tears. "Don't cry, sweetheart. Things will be better soon, trust me." She spoke, her voice trembling as if she was going to slip away soon. That was the first time in 15 years that she felt her mom's touch and love.

Whatever it may have been, Sarah still couldn't understand why she still thought her father was much better at caring for them than her mother. A long sigh escaped her lips as she walked along the road to her destination, the furniture store had given quite the amount for her grandma's vintage sofas that had been waiting to meet their death. Sarah skipped on her toes happily watching the sky slowly become a dark shade of amber just as she had liked, there was content in her heart after all she had gone through, this moment right here was her happiness.

The ordinary start of an ordinary Monday. Inside I am about to walk out the door and do something that is going to change everything before nine AM. I think about Leo making jokes about the hospital gown. I think about my grandfather's cello with the duct tape on the latch. I think about forty seven dollars. I think about Landon at seven AM calling his father before he lost his nerve. I zip my bag closed. I get going.

The flight from Aronespire to Dawnirabay took just an hour and a half, yet as I sat staring out the window, it felt like I was watching half my life flash before my eyes. ... The moment I stepped through the front door of my parents' house, they swarmed me with joy. "Debbie, you're back! Is your work in Aronespire finally finished?" I had never found the courage to tell them about my marriage. For years, I had masked my life there under the guise of a demanding corporate job. "Yeah, it's over. I quit and came home," I murmured, sinking into their warm hugs. Even now, I couldn't bring myself to shatter their happiness with the truth.

City D was always bustling with a lot of people walking side by side and filled with heavy traffic. However, today, the traffic seemed to be much heavier for there were many cars loudly honking as walking people filled the city. Even the swooshing of the wind and the leaves that danced along with it were moving about busily. It was already June, indicating the start of summer, the hottest season of the year. On this day, there was a certain transparent soul wandering about on the street. Who was this soul?

I’d heard enough about him to know what happened to people who crossed him. "I don’t have much time for you to keep thinking, Osline," He said. "How do you even know my name? I didn’t tell you my name or anything about my dad. How did you know?" "Our souls are intertwined. I know everything." He stepped closer. "Sixty days. That’s all I need from you. After that, you’re free. But if you don’t want that, you are free to walk away… without your father." He gestured, and one of his guards pulled out a contract while the other dialed the doctor’s number.

BLU AND FRIENDS "Skimpiness will take you no where, Greta!" That's the first thing Charlie hears when she walks out to her mini vegetable garden. Mama Freya has her frail walking stick poking around the exposed skin on Nora's body. Her butt is on the edge of her rocking chair and her eyes as wide as she yells words of wisdom at the uncomfortable girl. "Stop pointing this thing at me, old lady!" Nora swats the walking stick, "and I'm not Greta!"