Blake Hollow Barn Novels & Stories

The Town That Remembered Black Hollow sat in a valley between three ridges, tucked beneath the mountains like it had grown there instead of being built. Old brick storefronts lined Main Street. Yellow light glowed in fogged windows. Smoke drifted from chimneys and disappeared into the rain. The whole town looked smeared and ghostly through the windshield, like a memory that had been left out too long in bad weather. I passed Hollow Market first. The sign still hung crooked over the door. Mr. Calloway used to stand behind the counter with his suspenders and his permanent frown, calling me “Frost girl” like it was an accusation instead of a name.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

They were still talking about Shelby and Madeline. Thankfully, Nolan was home again for the weekend from his internship. "I heard they're talking 'bout making a run out to the old barn on Skylight," he informed us with a big grin as he walked up to our group. "You know what happens up there, right?" I turned to see Madeline, her sister, and her friends climbing into the back of someone's pickup truck. Aside from kids going out to the Skylight barn to do some ghost hunting, it was also a well-known make-out spot. There were more girls than guys in the back of the truck. Mason was already starting up his bike, and Shane was walking back to his car.

Maybe Scarlett wasn't either, but she couldn't stand by and do nothing. Several cars were headed up the hill along with them. Likely other guests. She eased to a stop at the intersection at the bottom of the hill and peered up at the barn. "What the...?" She squinted, not quite sure what she was looking at. The last she'd checked on AK's decoration plan, it was fairly simple. Flowers, hay bales, candles. Standard fare. A car horn blared behind her. She barely resisted flipping the bird. She craned her neck as they drove up toward the drive.

〃ﾟ20 YEARS AGO ﾟ〃 In a cold freezing dungeon of Crukooland, A special cell in the attic of the dungeon building 15 years old prince blake was locked, In shackles and cuff. His teeth gritting horribly, His hands trembling and body shivering, The cold would kill him any moment later, If he was not taken out of the cold, "you must survive, You must fight for us and build back Coastville" "Inflict every single pains we suffered on Redmaine and her generation !"

The man she would fall in love with – and marry. **** Blake had to get to The Cozy Inn before Lacey or his lie would be exposed quicker than an old lady’s slip. He pulled the black SUV into a parking space outside of The Cozy Inn. The main house was two stories with white siding. There was a wrap-around porch and two small balconies in the front on the second level. White and red rose bushes surrounded the front of the house. Purple and white impatiens lined the walkway to the steps of the house.

“Anything you need.” I gulp. Thankfully my phone dings. It’s my newest patient, Blake, texting me her address. She isn’t too far from here, just a few streets over. The weather is nice, and we haven’t eaten dinner yet, so I asked the boys if they’d like to accompany me. They both agree, Sebastian is especially excited when I mention there is a burger shop just around the corner from Blake’s place that serves the best strawberry milkshake I have ever tasted. We find Blake’s house easily and she is in good spirits. She invites us to come by any time we’re free, and Bash becomes excited when he learns she loves chess. He had been looking for a new partner to play with.

Holly tried to teach me to control the link, flirting here and there that, more often than not, led to some intense making out and a quickie behind the barn before we headed to the house for some more extensive newly mated time. Now the boys were back, and the sun was setting over the Boland farm, painting the sky in deep shades of orange, violet, and blue. The evening air carried the crisp scent of autumn, mixing with the familiar smells of hay, earth, and the lingering smoke from the fire Holly and I had started earlier. It was peaceful. It felt settled. But was it home? That was a question still hanging in the air.

“Thank you for coming so quickly.” “Thank you for the heads-up,” Blake says, palm up in the kind of greeting that’s theirs and ours both. “Where?” “Canning plant,” Rose answers, already moving as we fall in around her. “South ridge. Abandoned after the fire three winters ago, too many holes and too many places to watch from. If he wants to be seen without being caught, that’s where I would stand.” She says it like a woman who has been hunted before and decided she would also hunt.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in beautiful shades of orange and pink, Thomas called out to us. "We’re done for the day!" he yelled, wiping sweat from his brow. "The first new cedar beam is secure. The foundation is locked in." "Thank you, Thomas," Caspian called back. The red truck rumbled back up the driveway, leaving us alone in the twilight. The air was getting cool, smelling of salt and damp earth. I stood up and walked to the edge of the porch, looking at the barn. The new wood looked bright against the dark, ancient granite stone. It was a beautiful sight.