Haunted_Linden Drive_Last Christmas_Going South for the Winter
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Haunted
Finding just the right haunted house is always a challenge. One cannot simply walk into any old house and find their match; there are specifics to consider. You are buying a house after all, and it is important to have the usual lists of needs and wants. You may want 4 bedrooms, but need a two story Victorian where a grisly murder took place. You might want a two car attached garage, but need a basement with the frayed and knotted rope still hanging from the pipes. You have to know your priorities, when hunting for a haunted house.Of course everyone's house is haunted these day. A new house do...
Linden Drive
I sometimes feel that I knew you once, that the memory of your voice has haunted me for what feels like centuries, ringing in harmony with the silence of death. Yes, I think that I did know you, that this house was ours, but I cannot recall what our names were or even the shape of your face. Everything fades in death; even the sharpest memory becomes muddled and thin, mist on the moorland. Dying is being wwww.onedoor.ccrapped in an unending blanket of fog, watching the shape of the world as it happens without you but not seeing anything clearly. I wish I could see you clearly, but I am already forgetting th...
Last Christmas
“Hey Grandma, it’s been so long, how are you?” My grandmother walks towards me and gives me a big warm hug, she smells of coffee beans and Lysol. “You don’t ever call me to check up on me, you don’t love me no more?” I love my grandma to death but she drives me crazy. “Sammy, what the hell is this?” I turn around to see my grandmother standing in my door frame. “What’s the matter?” I ask her. “This room is disgusting, are you a pig? Clothes all over the floor, dirty dishes everywhere, what’s wrong with you?” my grandma yells at me. I look around the room and I see a few pieces of clothing I f...
Going South for the Winter
Being reborn as a bird had to have been the most freeing feeling a person could feel, Freya thought to herself. She had died with a broken heart, feeling as if a bird had gotten its wings clipped so it could no longer fly, but now she felt as if she could fly from any of her problems. She landed on a branch, feeling it bending with her weight but still she chirped with cheerfulness as a song took hold. All of her human problems were gone and now she was a simple finch, yellow feathers glistened in the morning sun as she sang her morning song. A song of heartbreak and of being reborn into somet...