The Barn

I decided that maybe posting the writing assignment for you was wussing out. So I won't.

Age had discolored the bright white trim and crinkled it like old flesh. The sun shone down, highlighting every flaw. The nails that held the splintered boards were rust. The paint had chipped away, leaving only patches of red to cover the wood. The loft was bare. Wind shoved the structure back and forth, stretching and straining its weary frame.

Inside, there were different compartments for different animals. Compartmentalized, so the activities were separate. So that milking the cows didn’t distract the pigs from their slop.

The barn had been there for decades. Now it stood, decaying from the inside, on a blanket of wildflowers.

Tiny Fiction

My friend David came up with this awesome idea. Or...well, maybe he stole it from someone else. Either way, there's an awesome idea on the table: tiny fiction.

We're going to write tiny bits of stand alone fiction. They will be 500 words or less. They will be fiction. They will be posted on our blogs every...well, whenever we write them. There may not be any other qualifications or rules.

A couple of things I might choose to post were writing assignments from a class I took. I decided that in this case, I will give you the assignment at the top of the post. This might be wussing out, but it might not. You decide.

I'm sure you're all looking forward to this as much as I am!