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I grew up on this farm, and I will tell you that an empty barn is a strange sound.
Rural farm stories, from quick reads to long series. Most rural farm stories here sit in romance and group sex. Reads run 14 to 24 minutes. Writers to know: Vermilion Works, The Quartz Quill and Heather Phrase. Readers usually start with “The Slaughterhouse Wife” and “Closing Time at the Hopper”. Ranked by how many readers finish them. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
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I grew up on this farm, and I will tell you that an empty barn is a strange sound.
I'll tell you how it ends first: I drove three hours home Monday morning still smelling like Fowler's Flats, and I didn't wash that shirt…
**Friday night, home, in bed** Dear diary, except this is just the notes app on my phone and I'm thirty-two years old and a grown man…
The defense went fine.
I've been married two years now, and in that time I've learned one thing about myself that I keep learning over and over: I like to have a…
The bus had been running four hours and I still hadn't gotten used to the dark.
Robby Kramer was thirty-four years old and had taught history at the community college for nine years, and in all that time he had learned…
I was twenty-eight the summer I drove Ian out to his uncle's farm, and I could claim I was doing it out of pure friendship, but that would…
I moved to July Ranch in June, which everyone told me was the worst month to move anywhere east of the Sierra Nevada.
I'm sixty-four years old and I've been adjusting claims for thirty-eight years, and I will tell you up front that I don't rattle easy.
My flight was supposed to land in Dublin.
I haven't seen Jasper Webster in ten years, which is a thing I keep having to re-say to myself while the ferry bumps toward Frøya.
The gravel road to the Double Arrow Ranch hadn't gotten any shorter in twenty years.
I was elbow deep in a Swiss bracket clock when the bell over the door rang.
I woke up at dawn in a bed that wasn't mine, with my shirt missing and one sock on and one sock off, and for a good thirty seconds I had…
I got to the farm on a Tuesday in March, which I only remember because the colleague I was house-sitting for, Professor Kim Walsh…
Lizzie Marsh was forty-three years old, and she had baked competitively for exactly three years, which meant she had been doing it roughly…
The permit desk at Red Rock Ridge County Park is not usually busy on a Friday.
Shelley had been standing on the refueling apron at Abarkuh for three hours and the fuel truck still hadn't come.
The vault door is oak and older than my dad.
Vermilion Works, The Quartz Quill, Heather Phrase, Storm Chaser
Rural farm stories, from quick reads to long series.
Some stories are free to read in full, with no account. The rest open with a free preview; members read everything.
Most rural farm stories take 14 to 24 minutes, and the average is 19. Sort by shortest to start small, or follow a series to get each part as it lands.