Fences Novels & Stories

"That is where they keep the heavy crates and the business shipments that come in late at night. Remember Rule Number Onenever ask what is inside those crates, and never try to look through that window." Next, we walked out into the massive, sunlit yard. The entire property was completely surrounded by a towering, ten-foot-high chain-link fence topped with sharp rows of razor wire. Riley pointed out the high wooden guard towers sitting at the corners of the fence, where patches of bright security cameras moved back and forth, watching the empty highway outside. She showed me the heavy iron security gates at the front entrance that required a special code to open.

We crept forward through the final row of pine trees, stepping into a long, cleared swath of land that cut directly across the mountain ridge. Stretching as far as the eye could see in both directions was a massive, eight-foot-tall iron-mesh perimeter fence. The top of the metal barrier was coiled with sharp loops of fresh concertina barbed wire. Bright yellow warning signs hung at regular intervals along the mesh, their painted letters peeling slightly under the frost. "This wasn't here two months ago," Vanessa murmured, stepping up beside Alexander and staring at the heavy fortification. Her eyes narrowed as she observed the structure. "My father must have ordered the southern border forti

January 25th, 1997 Midday Chloe I hadn’t even seen the house until now. Crazy, I know. It’s an old Victorian, I would assume. I’ve never cared much for architecture. A little boxy and castle-like, overgrown with ivy. Two-storeyed, he’s probably hoping to get some babies out of me. All paid for with my money, I presume. The sold sign is still up. The whole village has got this medieval look about it, completely surrounded by this lush, sweeping countryside. Far enough from London to lose the smell of the city. I’m sure every house has a vegetable patch in their yard. They’ve probably got a committee for everything. I’m sure a “homeowners committee” will come knocking down the door with a list

Derek sat in a chair with his leg propped up while Thomas and Grant built a large piece of the fence, which was more like a wall since it was like six inches thick and ten feet high. We'd all been working hard, late into the night, and our efforts were paying off. The fence was nearly built and we had eight watchtowers, which was saying a lot. Our property was monstrous, and a large part of it was in the woods. Casey made sure we had plenty of space to expand. Tomorrow, after we finished the fence, we would be free to roam outside without constantly checking for zombies. When he heard us come into the barn, my puppy darted toward me and jumped on my legs.

He drove his car to the seaside area, where all the posh hangout places, high-end malls, and biggest houses in the town are located. He stopped his car in front of a simple, modern black iron gate. The fence also circled the premises in front of boxwood hedge bushes, both around 7-8 feet tall, ensuring security and privacy. From the gate, I can see a big front lawn covered with nice thick, tidy grass, a few kept shrubs, and big trees that hid the house from curbside sight.

It’s pretty, but kind of worn down, run down, trash in the gutters and faded posters on the lampposts and outer shop walls, half-torn and weathered. “Let’s see if we can find it,” my mother says. We’ve been walking this street a long time now, following the fence with its line of trees, looking for the entrance to the park. The fencing that surrounds it has been erected flush against the original low stone walls; a high crisscross brace of metal with barbed wire nesting along the top. Maybe there are problems with crime in the area at night. Probably the park has only two workable entrances now, one on either end. And it’s a big park. We could be walking for ages, following the fence along t

The fence began shaking slightly and humid louder. South. Waverly sent her voice frustrated, because she didn't know what she should be doing. Rhett do you keep mountain ash, wolfsbane, mistletoe, anything like that. Aldric tried to think of something. We have all three. Rhett sent as the fence hummed louder. East. Rhett growled. The power from the fence fluctuates. As Aldric tried thinking. He had an idea. Rhett where do you keep it and do you have arrows? Aldric sent back.

I’ll keep searching for a bit longer and take it from there. I was about to lose hope as I was taken out of the forest and towards open countryside, feeling unsure if I should continue or not, about to turn away, when I saw it. It was nothing out of the ordinary, just one of several similar places I had just passed, but something about it gave me the chills. It was a large country home with grey walls, it was huge. Many trees surrounded the actual building beyond the gates, black iron gates with sharp spears and barbed wire at the top that was clearly made to keep trespassers out. The entire property was surrounded by these metal fences.

The prison area was fenced six feet high with electric barbed wire all around the huge parcel of land. There was pin drop silence all around the neighborhood which made me feel like we were entering the devil’s study room. My eyes were focused on the front gate which was past the field where many men stood outside, staring at us while murmuring to each other.

The scene unfolding before I had my eyes stretched in shock and disbelieve. The guard stationed out my door sat on a chair against the far wall. His lip bloodied, one eye black, and his hands chained above his head to the pipes running from the floor to the ceiling and ankles tied down on the front legs of the chair.