house where I don 't belong, but just for you to come out to me, the way you should. Don 't…
As you first drive into the small, but promising valley, you know that within minutes you will be in the cabin that makes dreams come true. As you pull into the long driveway, you cannot wait for the car to be thrown into park so you can run up the creaky wooden stairs and throw open the door and enter the good old cabin.…
What is that? A hut? Is there someone there? Thoughts racing through my mind I run toward it, straight to the door. Nervous, we stop when we get to the door. What if no one is here? What if this is just a dream…our imagination? We lift our hand to knock, and rap three times. We wait for what seems to be an eternity. Just as we were turning to walk away the door opens and we turn back to see two people standing in the doorway.…
Immediately upon walking through the difficult to open double doors, the staunch odor of excessive butter fills my nostrils and causes me to ponder vomiting. A nacho cheese type stench mixes with the butter giving me an image of clogged arteries and high blood pressure. The candy behind the glass counter further adds to the 'heart attack waiting to happen' aura of this place. An air conditioning vent at the top of the wall is located perfectly in front of the bench I sit on and constantly blasts me in the face causing me to feel frigid. The horrific fabric on the bench feels like sandpaper. The voices of the dozens of people around me create a decibel level that…
shoes outside the door, a thick carpet on the floor of the room, outside the…
You can imagine yourself beginning to go down those steps....because at the bottom there is a door...…
Inside, the living room is exquisite with fully restored oak floors, and bay windows. He shows me around the two bedrooms and marbled tiled bathrooms. We end up in the kitchen where I’m swept away with melancholy. This is the house we once envisioned one day for ourselves. Only, at the time, we were flat broke. I tease, “Did you rob a bank or what?”…
Little hills of dirty clothes grow up the walls from the floor. Same pile of shoes is there. Wall with same dirty spot. The closet is filled with white shirts and flower shorts. There's one very old and tattered Shearling coat that hangs to the right.…
The kitchen is decorated with polished wooden cabinets and a squeaky clean stove that shows your reflection when staring down upon it. There is also a fridge in the back of the kitchen and the trash bin resides next to the fridge. Touring the rest of the apartment there is my bedroom, my sister’s room and the master bedroom. My room suits all my needs; whether it be sleeping, eating, studying, or relaxing. My getaway place is my room. There are two twin beds in my room, and a closet full of shoes and clothes. A 50 inch television sits on top of the only black sleek dresser in the room. My room is usually where I invite all my friends over and throw parties. In my sister’s room there is a formal setup, just a simple king sized bed and a beige headstand where she keeps her television. In the hallway there is a treadmill where users can burn off calories and improve cardio. There are two bathrooms in the apartment, inside them are white walls and brown tiles in the tub. Also a mirror is above the sink to make sure people arrange themselves properly before exiting. The master bedroom hosts a bathroom, closet, and a desktop on top of a glass computer…
I walked back through the soft grass, stepping onto the little pathway that led to our back door. I opened the screen door, walking into our old living room; though, it was more like looking into a room I had never seen before. It was vacant, missing our various pieces of furniture that had lived and entertained us for years. The red, comfy couch no longer sat against the wall, inviting us to sit down. Our bookshelves, full of stories and fairytales that Mama would read to me, were gone, in some moving truck on its way to Indiana at that very moment. And lastly, our ancient family clock, the one that had been passed down for multiple generations, was absent from its place on the mantle. If I thought hard enough, I could remember and imagine the laughter of people and the aroma of southern cooking all throughout the…
There is a narrow window a the left. Through its leaded panes the morning sunlight streams> A candle still burns near the bed, which is at the right. A chest, a chair, and a small table are the other furnishings. At the back a cdoor opens on the landing of the stairway to the ground floor. The room gives off an air of clean sparseness. The roof rafters are exposed, and the wood colors are raw and unmellowed.…
Pushing past my anxiety and entering the family’s home, I look around me and took in the large, multi-purpose room. Scattered amongst the large wooden dining table, couches, and television, the sentimental trinkets and children’s toys added warmth to the small home. Although the walls were unfinished and half-painted, the home felt lived-in and cherished. The air was stale and warm, yet the room exuded an air of sweet, beloved family memories. Immediately,…
We walked up the stairs and I felt a chill go through my bones, I started to count the blue fuzzy steps that were stained brown with coffee stains. You could see the dull boring white paint with flakes that pointed out the chipping and revealed the age of the building. The smell of lemon and lavender hit me like a wave in the ocean crashing onto the shore.We eventually reached the top of the stairs and approached the purple door with a white flakey knob, and as she turned it you could hear it squeak and then finally stop as she revealed a perfectly polished pink room. A carpet was laid on the ground it was so orange and soft that I kept myself seated on the ground admiring the carpet as I briskly, yet lightly, brushed my fingertips across it. All of a sudden my thought were interrupted by the sound of a snip. It took me a while to register what was going on, but as soon as I saw the long brown curl on the delicate carpet I felt myself cringe. I continued to sit there as lifeless as my fallen hair on that beautiful carpet. It felt like torture sitting there with all my words stuck in my throat; it was as if I never even had…
White sheets and florescent lights greet me as I wake up. My mother’s eyes look like waning twin moons underlined with dark shadows. I look around and see plain white walls, a metal table, and a sink. The room has an industrial feel to it and the strong scent of disinfectant wafts under my nose.…
I pushed open the door of the black iron fence and a shrill screech sounded as I closed it behind me. As I walked up the narrow driveway I could see my breath hanging in the cool morning air. The house was old, the windows were boarded up and had cobwebs in every corner. The bare trees scratched and scraped against the large, dark house, as the wind howled below. I zipped up my jacket when the wind started to pick up and then took out the key my grandfather had once given me, I carefully slid it into the gold padlock on the doors. As I was about to open the door the strong winter wind took another blow and opened it for me, it unveiled the once beautiful mansion that now collects dust. The old wooden floors creaked and whined as I carefully walked in. All the furniture was covered in white sheets, I could almost taste the dust in my mouth as I pulled off a sheet from one of the chairs. It smelled dirty and musty. I started to uncover other things, like paintings and other furniture. Yet out of all the things I found, my two favorites were a handmade grandfather clock and an old bookcase! I like the grandfather clock because it filled the creepy silence of the house with a slow, yet graceful “Tick-Tock.” The bookcase I liked because the books make a beautiful display even with the gritty and dusty covers. The crinkly pages were fragile, so I carefully handled them while trying to read the faded words. Then I saw the magnificent gold staircase! I felt the cold slippery brass railing as I walked up the winding staircase, as I found another floor my curiosity grew even more, and I started my adventure all over again... The house was marvelous truly…