On The Farm Novels & Stories

"Yeah, it's from our farm." Oakwood is a two to three hour drive away from the city. Noah plans to use their old delivery truck to go to their farm every harvest season to pick up and sell their crops. Mr. Cruz, a farmer and close friend of their halmeoni (grandmother) takes care of their land in Oakwood. Beth just gives her co-farmer some incentives for this.

She had to drink a glass of water before replying to him. “Most of our food is fresh from the farm.” She said fondly while thinking of her marmee and everyone in the farm at that moment. She feels relaxed now that they are talking about something she is comfortable discussing. “That’s great! I am a city guy. I never lived on a farm but it would be great to have one. I think farming can be a good business if you handle it well.” He spoke enthusiastically over the subject of farming. Amber wonders how someone like him could handle a farm life. She could not even imagine Devlin doing some farming work. She almost laughed at her crazy idea. She just could not picture him in the farm at all.

Their arms were warm and full of love, and the minute they led me inside their home, I felt a sense of safety. Later that afternoon, after I'd calmed down, cleaned up, and eaten something light, we went out to tour the farm. Dad insisted I ride with him on the ATV, while Mum hopped in another with one of the workers. We laughed more than I thought possible. The farm had grown so much since my last visit with Zephyr. They'd expanded the stables, added new crop beds, and even opened a small greenhouse. Chickens were wandering freely in their designated coop space, a few lazy goats chewed on hay near the barn, and in the distance, the cows grazed the fields.

On a prosperous farmland within Valaris where numerous fauna and flora life forms resided, a young man was operating a tractor to transport a bale of hay from the fields to stockpile them into a barn. Though it was the sunny season, that area usually experience unpredicted rain showers. Thus this was often done to safeguard the stock’s quality.

he murmured. Juliana leaned her head on his shoulder. “Yes. We built a huge family.” Rafael and Pâmela walked hand in hand through the garden. Robson carried little Juliana on his shoulders while Luana laughed at something Zacky was telling her with great excitement. In the distance, Nyra let out a long, satisfied meow. Titan, beside her, rubbed his head against hers. The farm, which had once been the stage for pain, fear, and violence, now echoed with children’s laughter, dogs barking, horses neighing, and the sound of the ranch hands’ boots at work.

“Are we trying to get shot?” Seth chuckled, unbothered. “They’re not that bad, girls. This is a working farm—they’ve probably been up for hours.” “Doing what, exactly?” ReNew asked, eyeing the quiet barn suspiciously. The girls and Heth started strolling toward the house. “Where are you going?” Seth asked, confused. “To get breakfast, of course,” Charlene answered flatly, brows furrowed. “I said they’re working. On the farm,” Seth said, pointing toward the large red barn. “Come on, you’ll see.”

I mustered. “Still got lots to do,” he said. “Like what?” “Tonight, harvesting onions on a farm outside of town.” I blinked, expecting him to laugh and say he was joking. “The pack owns a farm?” “No. A human buddy of my dad’s.” Gavin shrugged. “Been helping out for years. Need the cash.”

After the couple had their late lunch, Dean went back to the farm with Sean. The farmers happily greeted the couple when they saw them getting off the truck. Dean showed his husband around the farm. Sean was surprised to see the new tractors and other farming equipment and also a lot of new built greenhouses. No wonder Dean was so busy.

That hit me harder than the first one. I gasped for a long time and sighed: "Is his waist made of steel?" Antoninus gave me a faint look and made no reply. I stuck out my tongue and went back to the mirror to finish my clothes. Of course, we didn't continue to have sex, and who knows if Chris will suddenly come back. Besides, time is running out. We should get going. This time we're going to a real farm. Large tracts of farmland, large tracts of grassland, and it takes a while for the car to drive to see the scattered houses appearing at the end of the fields.

he asked, nose practically smushed against the camera. I laughed and tried to gently pull him back. “That’s my boyfriend, Benny. His name’s Colton.” Benny’s eyes widened. “You have a boyfriend?!” Then, turning to Colton with the seriousness only a child could muster: “Do you like cows?” Colton blinked, then smiled. “Actually, yeah. I work on a farm. We’ve got cows, goats, and chickens.” “NO WAY!” Benny screamed, now sitting in my lap and holding the phone like it was sacred. “Do you eat them?”