The Farm


My granddaughter decided she wants to be a writer when she grows up. Two thoughts came to my mind when she told me about her career choice. The first feeling I experienced centered around pride. I felt a surge of joy that she wanted to carry on our family’s storytelling tradition. The second emotion tinged with a hint of concern. Becoming a writer in our small town is the equivalent of being a freak with three heads. I decided that if she decided to venture down this dangerous path, she needed a mentor. Thus, we spent a lazy summer afternoon working on her story she titled The Farm.

The Farm

There was a little girl who lived on a farm with her grandparents. They farmed the land, feed the horses, and tucked her in at night. Then, they went to bed because they had to get up early to farm the land, feed the animals, and take care of the little girl. Her name was Sofie. Her mom gave her that name when she was born. Her dad left her when she was two years old. Her mom got sick with cancer and died. That’s why the little girl lived on the farm with her grandparents.

Kids made fun of Sophie at school because she lived on a farm. Every time they made fun of her, she cried. She missed her mom and dad a whole bunch. Plus, it was hard to get used to living with her grandparents. Their ways were tough to get used to because they were so old. She missed her mom and dad, but she knew she couldn’t see them.

Her grandparents decided to homeschool her. Sofie got to feed all the animals. She loved watching them eat. Her favorite animals were horses. They had a lot of flowers on the farm, and she loved flowers. Plus, she loved to watch the butterflies that came to the flowers. They listened to music all day. Sofie learned how to dance.

Sofie missed going to school because she missed her friend, Chloe. Her grandparent threw her a big birthday party, and she invited Chloe. They had so much fun that Chloe decided to visit her once a week to ride a horse. Her grandma loved to knit so she knitted them both sweaters and blankets.

Amy Jones Writer Bio

Amy Jones is a nine-year-old girl with writing aspirations. She’s working with her grandmother to learn how to tell a good story. When she is older, she will know how to write and become famous. She knows writers don’t make much money, so she wants to be a hairdresser and makeup artist to earn some real cash. She enjoys eating fruit, American Girl Dolls, and Rainbow High.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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Published by henhouselady

I am the author of Saving the Hen House. I didn't know when I started it would turn into a series. I love to ride motorcycles, the blues, my family, and going on adventures. This old hen rocks.

16 thoughts on “The Farm

  1. An excellent story. I really enjoyed reading about Sophie, her grandparents, the farm, the horse, and Sophie’s friend Chloe. I foresee a grand future for all three girls–meaning Amy, too!

  2. This is an excellent truth on why grandmother feels a sense of pride and love because her granddaughter feels the creative matter and literary energy to carry on the family’s tradition and legacy on to be a writer, and this manifesto touches my creative soul because I am a writer and can identify with the heart,mind, body, soul, and spirit of grandmother’s writing feelings of her granddaughter’s career choice!

  3. It’s a lovely, simple, and bittersweet story that touches the heart.

    Congratulations on writing a lovely story, Amy, wishing all the best.

    Thanks for sharing. xx

  4. the story was short, but I enjoyed it. I wish it could have been a bit longer because of the feel I had for it. I wish your granddaughter the best

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