Random Short Stories

Corn Fields

The cry of a rooster pierced the silence, just as the sunrise began to illuminate the fields of corn. Longhorns munched on alfalfa, and the hogs wallowed in their own filth. The roar of a tractor could be heard in the distance, fresh and ready for the long hours of work that lay ahead. It's just a typical day at the old Pedregon farm.

Most city folk agree that this sort of life is dull and fruitless. They view it as some kind of prison, where one can never escape. Countrymen, however, see within this tedious life a serene peace. To them, this quiet way of living is preferable to the stresses one face in the bustle of a crowded community. Why one would choose that sort of life they would never know.

Myself, well I see the positives in both lifestyles. Truly, to spend your days rusticating on the farm, well there's nothing like it. Living free with no worries. People say it's a no-brainer, and I would know.

On the other hand, however, the city offers a lot of opportunity. One can grow and progress in ways you cannot do rurally. It's a place of excitement and adventure, where everything is constantly changing and nothing stays for long.

Choosing between trees or skyscrapers, horse or car, dust or smog, well it's not an easy decision. After years in the plains, I sometimes dream of moving to the city. But who am I to talk? Not like it really matters anyway.

Most days I just gaze longingly at the sky. I've learned a lot from the huge canvas that lies above us. It's blue. But blue is such a meager description for this spectacle. No, the sky can be much more than blue.

The sky can be shades of violet and pink, dancing from cloud to cloud. The sky can be a fiery red with streaks orange, burning with the sun's passion. Or the sky can be a pitch black void, the darkness holding you close, the translucent moonshine providing you with comfort.

No matter how bright the flashing lights of New York are, they are nothing compared to the unrestricted wonders of the sky. At least, that's what I believe.

The land itself is full of surprises as well. The vast expanses of corn, beans, and peppers. But my absolute favorites are the pumpkins. Those round orange plants come only once a year, during a time when everyone's busy with the harvest.

I rarely get to see them, but I'm always taken aback by the variety, the colors, the shapes and sizes. I personally believe they're one of the most beautiful plants grown on the farm.

Sadly, most of the time it's more like watching... well, corn grow. Field upon field of this vital crop, it can get tiring to the eyes (wouldn't it?). And with such large amounts of corn, a murder of crows almost certainly follows.

Crows. Perhaps the most annoying animals on this Earth. Flocks upon flocks of these disgusting birds, searching for an easy meal. The farmer is constantly chasing them away, but they're a relentless type. Always rattling with their incessant cawing. Crows never understand when to stop.

I hate them with a burning passion

If they could talk, they'd probably say that the feeling's mutual. But let us stray from such unpleasant topics. Apart from those creatures, farm life is pretty quiet. We have everything we need here, and it's such a relaxing lifestyle. Who wouldn't want to spend their days vegetating in the sun?

This fertile land is where I've planted my roots, and it's where I'll stay. This is my home, and I can say with confidence that there's no other place like it.

And the more that I think about it, the more I love my home. Why would I want to go to the city? Loud traffic, blinding lights, and unhappy people, it honestly sounds like a dreadful place. To live in the country is such an obvious choice.

But then again, what do I know?

I'm only a scarecrow

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Ok, this was a bit different than the other stories. I asked my sister for a setting and she said Farm. I also challenged myself to write in first-person (I usually do third).

I would also like to apologize for the cliché at the end. Yeah, I know, but I thought it fit well. If anyone reads this, I'd love to know if you guys figured it out beforehand or not :P
I tried to add little clues but not enough to completely reveal the narrator.

Anyways, I'm getting the hang of this writing crap, I love writing these short little stories. I'll probably begin an actual story soon tho, please comment if you have any ideas. As always, thank you, and until next time...

- Jay 🎶