I was once loved but now am neglected. My people left eons ago, so long I stopped counting as it stretches beyond years.
I still remember the last time they loved me, the last echo of laughter still rings in my empty now halls.
I’d love to turn back time to the day someone would choose to love me. Then I could go into condemnation peacefully. But that time has long since gone.
Instead, I am left to await my fate in this evermore lonely existence. For I am an old house that no one cares for anymore.
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Donna Fox (HKB)
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When I first saw him sitting on the wall, relaxed and looking out over the water, I was sure he wasn't a local. Not including children, there are only about 250 or 300 of us in this area full-time, though that number is ten-fold in the summer, and I know everyone at least by sight or by family resemblance. And yet, the way he sat looked familiar and started my mind sorting and discarding among the families I knew, not quite like this one, not quite like that one.
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Beautiful and ghostly, full of atmosphere and sadness. Very well written!
Abandoned houses evoke so many emotions and potential stories. Nicely done.
Awww, that poor house 🥺 I always love stories that give voice to those without one. Thank you for writing this!
This was beautifully done, capturing the emotions of sadness which could relate to anything is genius. A great short story. Your writing is evolving wonderfully, I know mine does as I learn and grow, Fly little Fox, fly or run....🤣,
This was profound and sad. Well done donna! I adore your descriptions and how you manage to tell such emotion-stirring tales in a short word count is a real skill.
That's really, and surprisingly heartbreaking! I love what you did here: 'rings in my empty now halls'. When a boring writer (like me usually😄) would probably write 'now empty halls' you ramp up the house's grief to '11' with your gentle rearrangement of the phrase, slipping emotional poetry into your prose. That's just so powerful! So, you can make people grieve for empty, decrepit buildings Donna- wow!!
Oh, I like that you wrote this from the house's perspective. Very clever and poignant, such a good job of evoking such emotion in such a short story! Very well done, Donna!