The Farm Novels & Stories

ARAH She was standing on a farm. The morning air was sharp and cool, carrying the smell of damp earth and manure. In the distance, a herd of cows grazed lazily, tearing into the grass, their low, rumbling moos punctuating the quiet. A man stood a few yards away, working with a pitchfork to gather loose hay into neat rows. His faded plaid shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, stretched across his broad back as he leaned into each motion. His hat—an old, fraying straw thing—was pulled low, concealing most of his face.

During the day, it looked like paradise, full of grass and huge trees around, the same trees that made it seem dark at night. There was a huge garden on the side and a barn, which I knew very well from the inside, since I had spent the night there. Walking a little further, there was a wooden fence with beautiful horses grazing. I walked quite a lot and saw a huge vegetable garden, a dirt road that certainly led to one of the large plantations, since two cars full of men passed by me during my walk. Further ahead, there was a paved road. I think it led to São Caetano village, where the farm workers lived.

She nodded, squinting her eyes for a better look. Did she have to look beautiful when doing everything? “What do you think that is?” I dropped my hand. “The farm produces wheat, corn, strawberries. A lot of things. So I am not sure. Strawberries maybe?” She looked at me again, and I laughed this time. “What?” She asked, offended by my laughter. “No Princippessa. That is not strawberry. And this farm produces more than THAT.” I said staring right into her eyes. “That is coca.” I let the information sink in, but she just stared back blankly, waiting for me to explain.

she said. "Of course I still remember it. I am still too young to forget what I told you yesterday." Andres laughed. "Well, as you know my boss is here. He also wanted to explore the farm." she said. "And what do you want me to do?" he said as he folded the sleeves of his kamisa de chino. "Is there any interesting place in the farm that you can take us" "To inform you, this huge farm you bought is situated near Mt. Makiling and this farm's north boundary includes some part of the mountain foot." he elucidated. "So, what can we see there?" she asked.

Gafrop warriors and a Jahn commander are in our living! My eyes dart towards my father to make sure he is okay, but his pristine face and his calm demeanor baffles my brain. The species that have hurt us the most are inside of our home, and he is quiet. Seeing my expression and confusion makes my father open his mouth. "I have struck a deal, Zor. Furn will not be your mate. You will be signed up for the Harvest. The four other females being sent have been selected. I have ensured your success. Their beauty pales in comparison to yours. You must get Commander Burk to mate you," Father says sternly, and my heart shatters.

A Journey Begins on George's Sugarcane Farm as Friends Unite for an A****n Adventure . The atmosphere at the landing strip at George's vast sugarcane farm buzzed with a sense of collective anticipation as if the very surroundings were echoing the excitement of the group assembled there. The atmosphere at George's place was one of palpable excitement. The sky, now adorned with hues of orange and pink as the sun began its descent, reflected the collective anticipation of the group gathered on the sprawling farm. The sun, a glowing orb in the sky, slowly dipped beneath the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the landscape.

He finally did and started the ignition. "What was your brother talking about?" He shook his head. "You don't give up do you?" "No…" "I'm taking you to the farm and showing you the wine refinery. Trust me you'd love it." It sounded exciting. *** He didn't call it the field. He said "farm." I tried to picture him like a man who would live farming and agriculture but no, the imagery was tainted. In fact, it didn't exist. Probably because the image I have of him was so strong that it was difficult to drain it in my mind.

Their father was glad to take them there before they’ll go back to Las Casas de Amore. It was already 4 in the afternoon when they arrived in the farm through Ford Raptor. Tiffie could see the rice fields at the side of the mountain ranges. She took her phone as she videoed the scenery outside. Then, she rolled down the window as she breathed the fresh air. In the right side near the farm house, they could see tall coconut trees and a big tamarind tree. At the back of the farm house, they could hear the clucking of chickens and bleating of goats.

the grass. They are on an elevated part of the farm, a hill perhaps. They can clearly see the whole farm from where they are. The summer wind blows to their skin. The heat and sun light shades by the leaves of the tress standing strong behind them. "Everyone does something wrong but they always have reasons to--"

His tone had shifted, suddenly more businesslike. Mr. Harris nodded. "I’ll go get them," he said, excusing himself. As soon as Mr. Harris disappeared, I turned to Richard, wondering what exactly was they. But instead of asking, I simply followed him as he walked further onto the farm. The deeper we went, the larger the place seemed. It was breathtaking—golden wheat fields swayed with the wind, there was a section for farm animals, and in the distance, I could see a vegetable garden. But for all its beauty, it didn’t look like a place for brunch.