Rain water spilled out of the hole in the wheelbarrow. It gushed onto my bare foot, then seeped into the muddy ground. A crack of lightning and a boom of thunder made me push the wheelbarrow with all my might. My dog howled next to me. Rain ran over my face and down my neck. My toes wiggled and and squished in the reed mud as i ran towards the barn. I left the wheelbarrow and ran with my border collie at my heels. I swung open the barn doors and the smell of hay hit me.
                   I climbed up the loft ladder. I landed among the soft but scratchy yellow hay. "Here boy," I called down to my dog. I whistled and he slowly made his way up the wooden ladder. He jumped into my lap panting. His soaking wet fur matted against my wet, squeaky legs. He dropped his head into my lap; his pink tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. "It's OK buddy, that was only your 5th time doing it," I said soothingly, petting his long black and white fur. His muddy paws and my muddy feet left globs of chocolaty mud around the loft. I breathed in the stormy air; mixed with the smell of the barn, it would be a smell i remembered forever and only dared to try and describe. I looked up and waved to Philip, the tiny whitish-brown spider that lived on the roof of the barn. I reached up and chipped away a piece of purple paint, revealing tan wood. I reached down and slowly pulled off my dogs purple collar. He licked my hand in thanks. He slowly turned around in the hay and lay down, resting his head in my lap and sighing. he closed his eyes and started breathing heavily in a rhythmic pattern. Up, down, up, down, up, down.

Abandoned Farmhouse-Charles McElreath

By the charcoal on the walls 

By the stains in the halls

By the hole in the door

Something was here no more

By the screaming in the hall

With nobody at all

By the hand print on the door

Something there, never more

Juliette Ziegler

I remember the night like it was yesterday. The rain was pounding hard, and I was drowning in the flood. They came in a small rusty red tractor, the woman was crying inside, and the child was sitting in shock. They had a few bags, they left everything. And they never came back. They left in a hurry, and day by day the house was slowly eaten by weeds, and the family was forgotten. I hoped every day that someone would come back, but no one ever did. Until fifteen years later. I didn't realize who she was at first. I thought she was just another person walking by, looking at the mess of a house. Then she took out a small doll in a pink dress from her bag and I realized that after all these years someone had finally come back. My waiting was worth it.

She sat down on the gravel and watched the house until sunset. I wasn't sure what she was waiting for. Then, she finally stood up. Slowly, she walked towards the house, up to the door and then stopped. She touched the cold metal doorknob and slowly turned it. The door creaked loudly as she opened it. I heard her walk into the house. A few hours later, two more people came. They were older, but I still remembered. The girl came out of the house and ran towards her mother and father. They talked for a while. In the morning, they all sat in seats at the porch and watched the sunrise. The mother and the girl pulled weeds from the garden and planted flowers. That's when I knew they were going to stay. Over the next few months the family pulled weeds, fixed the holes in the house, painted everything and brought in new furniture. When they were finished, it looked like a new house. Then the parents left, but the girl stayed, and the house was brought to life again. 

Abandoned Farmhouse: What happened before from the view of a shoe

"Honey," says the man as he kicked us off his feet. "Where's the child?"
"I don't know," the woman said, "Go check outside."
The man opened the door, then quickly closed it. "He's dead, there's no saving him."
"What happened?!" the woman shrieked, as the man through plates on us, looking for something. But he suddenly stopped.
"Have you ever heard of a UFO?" the man asked the woman, and it was the first time anybody saw fear in his eyes. He ran upstairs, to find the thing he was looking for. He tossed aside his bible, breaking the spine. "We have to move the food downstairs," he called to the woman as he jumped three stairs at a time. He started by putting oilcloth on the kitchen cabinets. The woman ran down with all the cans. The man looked out the window to see the UFO topple boulders on the farm, smashing into the barn. The man grumbled, "The farm wasn't going well anyway." When the woman came back up, my maters fell to the ground as gunshots tattered the window shades, killing them. A weird looking person came in, only to drag out the man and the woman and leave.
But I've been through too much trauma. I poured my heart out to my brother, then I tied my shoelaces shut, and I passed off to shoe-heaven.

plum preserves maybe aren't better than tomatoes, but we know what happened to the Detrooks

plum preserves maybe aren't better than tomatoes, but we know what happened to the Detrooks

My family loved me, and all my brothers and sisters. They saved us plums for last. The tomatoes were eaten first. That's how I know, me and my siblings, about why the Detrook family left. Now don't bother, for we don't know the details. Because as you can tell, we're stuck here in this cellar. But we do have our senses. We hears a noise, a great clanging and vrooming, the sound of squeeling tires. The sound of loud voices, Mr. Detrook and twp other men. We heard a click boom. A thump and a scream. A cry of sadness from a baby, who wailed and cried. The sobbing of a man, Mr. Detrook, it was muffled as if pressed against a pillow. We heard a gurgled gasp, Mrs. Detrook. Then we heard a clomping, and in our view appeared a man, he grabbed some tomatoes and climbed upstairs. W e don't know what happened next, but we heard a shriek from the baby,and the wailing stopped, but Mr. Detrook's sobs grew luoder. We heard a door slam, a great clanging and vrooming, the sound of squeeling tires. Then they were gone, and the only sound left was Mr. Detrook's sobbing along with the brush of clothes. He came down later, when the air was cooler, and took two of my siblings and half the tomatoes. Then he was gone. And as I said, they saved us plums for last, but now I'm wondering, maybe its the opposite.

"Abandoned Farmhouse"- Matthew's response

A plate's point of view-

     For all of my life, I was covered in food, then the food was scraped off by three-pronged things, and then I was washed. One day, while I was being washed by the eater-woman, and she was surprised by something and dropped me. I shattered on the floor and the eater-people left. I must now stay sprawled on the floor near the eater-man's stupid shoes, which cannot make one single piece of interesting conversation. 
     The shoes told me why the eater people left. Apparently they had locked themselves out of the basement where the canned food was, and then started running out of other food. I did notice less and less food being put on me in the past few weeks. Anyway, the shoes said that the eater-people were so ravaged by hunger they mass-hallucinated some "turkey" near the forest. Then they ran after it, and probably got lost and starved to death in the forest. Too bad- I liked being washed and I certainly don't like being shattered. Oh well.

The Abandoned Farmhouse (as told by the rusty tractor toy)

They never come here anymore. I was left stranded in the yard waiting to be played with again. The child used to pretend that I could work and wasn’t just rusted over. My wheels had started to fall off over the course of my waiting. That one day where they all left in the dark car was my last glory. The last time my rusted tractor model ever was used. And now their gone and I’m waiting. Waiting for a return of the child that I was once owned by. And I’m waiting for an eternity for that car to return. And for the time that I will be played with and loved again. Not forgotten. The child didn’t want to leave me I’m certain. But the tall man taller than the child’s father was not happy and wanted them to enter the dark car. They were scared and resisted them. The child started to cry. And they were punished for such a small action. The man took of his dark glasses that went with his dark suit, whispered something to them and they entered. I knew exactly what was happening. My old masters. My first masters had this happen to them too. The man in the dark suit with the dark glasses in the dark car with MIB on the side. I knew what this meant. They wouldn’t return for many years, and when they did, they wouldn’t be right in the head. But I was still waiting to be played with. Even though I’m just a rusty tractor, I have dreams too. And having the child come back from MIB is one of them.

There was a chicken. He was my master. I am a shoe. One day the chicken went walking without wearing me. He didn't come back. Then a man, women, and child came. They left without me. They didn't come back.