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Post by BBMG on Jul 26, 2010 20:02:26 GMT -8
Title: Dollhouse
Background: I wasn't sure where to post this. I wrote this for a 365 Oneshots event if you've ever done one. I should post them all, really.
Work:
My childhood dollhouse stood, forlorn and forgotten, in the dusty corner of my attic. I examined it, straining my memory to recall most of the architectural details.
The peeling peach paint was fading drastically. The once perfect white shutters were about to fall off their dingy, dull, gold hinges. The off-white tile roof was stained with a charcoal shade. The door stood out. It was just the same as I remembered it.
Mahogany wood.
Gold knob.
Creamy pearl molding.
I slid my fingers down the smooth molding, as if coaxing it to open and let it me. It seemed so inviting. After all these years, it still had that warm vibe it. The dollhouse seemed cozy; a place I would want to live. Forever. Instead of living with the devil, otherwise known as my step—
“Hey! What are you still doing up?” Speak of the devil. “It’s almost midnight!” Wow, I’ve been up here since eight. I turned on my heels to see Amanda, my step-mother. Her curly dirty blonde hair flared in multiple directions, while her piercing green eyes glared right through me. She was wrapped in a red bathrobe and fuzzy slippers that made your eyes scream and beg for mercy. A witch-like mole plagued her left cheek.
“I was just heading to bed,” I lied plainly. My face felt like it showed no emotions, and I was a little surprised at that.
“No more excuses!” she cried, “Let’s go! Now!” Demanding.
I sighed and took my last look at the heavenly dollhouse.
“Why are you looking at that dumb ol’ dollhouse anyway? You are too old for that! That thing is falling apart!” Her comments stung as she flung them at me, one after another. We headed down the stairs, her mouth like a motorboat in rough rapids.
I silently sent up a prayer as my feet steadily thudded against the splintering wood.
“Mom, when we are together again, we will live in a perfect dollhouse. Just like that one.” I paused. “Together.
Background: I wasn't sure where to post this. I wrote this for a 365 Oneshots event if you've ever done one. I should post them all, really.
Work:
My childhood dollhouse stood, forlorn and forgotten, in the dusty corner of my attic. I examined it, straining my memory to recall most of the architectural details.
The peeling peach paint was fading drastically. The once perfect white shutters were about to fall off their dingy, dull, gold hinges. The off-white tile roof was stained with a charcoal shade. The door stood out. It was just the same as I remembered it.
Mahogany wood.
Gold knob.
Creamy pearl molding.
I slid my fingers down the smooth molding, as if coaxing it to open and let it me. It seemed so inviting. After all these years, it still had that warm vibe it. The dollhouse seemed cozy; a place I would want to live. Forever. Instead of living with the devil, otherwise known as my step—
“Hey! What are you still doing up?” Speak of the devil. “It’s almost midnight!” Wow, I’ve been up here since eight. I turned on my heels to see Amanda, my step-mother. Her curly dirty blonde hair flared in multiple directions, while her piercing green eyes glared right through me. She was wrapped in a red bathrobe and fuzzy slippers that made your eyes scream and beg for mercy. A witch-like mole plagued her left cheek.
“I was just heading to bed,” I lied plainly. My face felt like it showed no emotions, and I was a little surprised at that.
“No more excuses!” she cried, “Let’s go! Now!” Demanding.
I sighed and took my last look at the heavenly dollhouse.
“Why are you looking at that dumb ol’ dollhouse anyway? You are too old for that! That thing is falling apart!” Her comments stung as she flung them at me, one after another. We headed down the stairs, her mouth like a motorboat in rough rapids.
I silently sent up a prayer as my feet steadily thudded against the splintering wood.
“Mom, when we are together again, we will live in a perfect dollhouse. Just like that one.” I paused. “Together.
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