The Farm Novels & Stories

As he started the engine and traveled to the gas station, Anne asks, "Mama, Papa called up. He said he can't contact you because you were out of the service area. Where is that farm actually, Mama?" Daniele explains, "I should return to the office early tomorrow for the employees' time logging in. It is somewhere on the east hillside between those valleys with full of pine trees. There are strawberries and grapes plantations with about 50 apple trees and half hectares of wheat plantation. The place is densely weedy and so many snakes, and wolves during nighttime.” Wow, That's a great job, Mama. You previously had a break from working at the mental health clinic, but now you're working hard o

I don't want him to see everyone else as a threat except me and Zahra and the likes. “Luna” the women carrying so many fruits bowed as they saw me. “Hi ladies.” I greeted them back with a smile. Kia held on to my hand tightly and I squeezed it. The ladies walked away and I pulled him with me as we walked closer to the farms. The farm in the pack was huge. I rarely went there so I never really got to see how big it was but it was really big. It spanned over many acres with different crops growing. It was extremely beautiful.

I could not believe Alex let my secret slip, what possessed him to air my private life like that? Clearly he knew he had messed up because he had been calling and texting since last night, but I did not have the energy to deal with him right now. The farm plots were before the cemetery. It was a bit far by road, but I knew every shortcut in the book, and again I found myself skimming through the forest until I spotted the farm. The royal farm was the largest, and it catered for almost the entire population of Zion except for noble families as they had their plots. Even my mother and me, as unsophisticated as we were, had our far

“Well, you’ve had a productive day.” I grunt my answer and walk around her to get to the fridge. “Catia said your crops are dying too. Don’t you think that’s something to worry about?” I whip my head around and glare at her. “Of course. I’m worried about it. This farm is our life. I can’t exactly... I can’t just.... this isn’t how running a farm works. I need to find the source.” “Take me to the lake.” She says, not paying any mind to anything I said.

The young women wave at us, their hands busy as they pour jam into jars and stir large pots. I marvel at the efficiency of their operation, how seamlessly everything seems to work here. The stainless-steel counters gleam, and the whole place smells incredible—a mix of sweet fruit, fresh cream, and herbs. We step back outside, the sun warming my face as we continue walking. The farm is full of life, with fields stretching out in every direction, animals grazing peacefully, and windmills turning lazily in the distance. There’s a small creek running through one section, and kids’ laughter drifts over from where they’re playing.