.....This is where love
walked in and out thousands of times.
Creaky floors, nor a leaky roof could keep us away.
The ponies that frolicked in
the meadow would go chasing
wild butterflies chasing after nectar.
.....Some say, "If these walls could talk..."
Well they do, because they
are plastered with old newspapers from back in the day.
There is a rusted shell of a nostalgic
Singer sewing machine sitting
where my Granny left it by the meadow window.
Oh, where is this house you ask?
It's in my mind. A tornady took er back in 1904.
Have you ever flown, and not been in an airplane?
A contest entry
- short by Melissa Gayle.
600 points, ended December 31, 2008, 13 entries
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You don't need the ellipsis at all.
This reads more like prose for me, in that respect the story-like feel works for it.
Second to last line "er"?? -
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It's sort of like how a guy calls his car her. She called her house 'er. She was from the south. That's the only was I could describe her accent.
Poor thang.
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how sad, heart breaking but all at the same time heart mending. it is truly beautiful! i love this one!
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