Published Stories 2

  • TheFarmer's Daughter

    TheFarmer's Daughter

    31 Chapters

    November 10, 2015
    The deed had been done and the job accomplished. In only a few months after the last of the terrible outbreaks, the government had forbidden anyone to raise animals for produce. All hogs, poultry, cattle, and sheep disappeared from America's bountiful land. Suddenly, all the diseases that had plagued the country for so long vanished, leaving the people of the United States in dept of the government; or so they thought. The government did not have a problem with the animals but the power it gave to the people who produced them. So supposedly out of loyalty to the people, the United States government agreed to produce animal products in an isolated place where disease couldn’t affect it. But how would the government trust people to produce the food? Secretly, hundreds of American farmers were kidnapped and wiped of all memories except those which gave them the knowledge to farm. They were placed in a large enclosed area on the fertile lands of Iowa with hogs, dairy cows, beef cow, poultry, sheep, and horses. Officials were also placed in the prison called "The Farm" to oversee the work of the farmers. At first, the process was slow as the farmers were extremely confused and still tried to grasp their memories. However, as new generations of farmers began to be born into the Farm, the farmers began to only know life inside the large, door less walls. This is the story of one farmer who changed the way of the Farm. Who questioned everything she knew so that she could be different. Who wanted more than just to live the same, oppressed life every other member of the Farm lived. Who, by her faith, changed the history of America. My name is Abigail and this is my story.
  • The Story Man

    The Story Man

    1 Chapters

    June 15, 2016
    Brooke spun the ring around her finger over and over again. She slipped it off and then back on, moving her fingers along its smooth texture until she was sure she knew every detail. Somehow, the repetitiveness distracted her yet added to her guilt at the same time. Her mind raced, blocking the activity around her completely out. She denied the truth and reality that made her chest feel heavy and her head throb. Yes. Denial was her best friend at the moment even if it were a false one. A friend was something that she needed desperately considering her current situation. However, she refused to accept that she didn’t need one that would hold her captive in the darkness. “Brooke!” The sharp shout, caused her to jump and she dropped the small item which her idle fingers had been playing with unwisely. Ignoring the voice, she dropped to her knees in search of the ring. “Brooke,” The voice said again, this time gently. “You need to understand.” Brooke, abandoning her search for the ring, stood and facing the owner of the voice, responded, “I do understand.” “Good. Then we must continue.” The voice said. Brooke closed her eyes and collapsed back into her chair. She lacked the energy to search for the lost ring any longer and the peace to put it back on her finger, considering its true meaning.

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