Random Write

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Basically right now I'm writing a story with almost anything off the top of my head... let's see how it goes.

I was alone those days. Sitting alone on my front porch, looking across my newley inherited expanse of a meadow. It was clear as far as the eye could see. Grass swaying in the gentle wind, and the one weeping willow dancing in the shared breeze. I never really knew him, the grandfather that left me this land. Yet, apparently he must have known me. I got up and walked a stone throw away from my new home. I turn around at the place, and old, faded blue home sat there. Paint peeling, shingles missing, a broken attic window, all I could think about though was its last occupant. Why let such a nice little home go to waste? But such things best not be pondered, saves time. I do a quick, but observant spin to admire the land. Just plains with trees at the end. Although boring as I thought this place to be, it had a certain mystery to it. As though, I belonged here.

I walk back towards where I was sitting. I was sitting on the railing facing the same direction of the house. Why I put thought into it, i've no idea. It's not usually like me to ponder over such things. I've usually better things to do, but for some reason I seem to have the need to scrutinize this home.

Finnally focusing, I remembered that the house still had an inside to put my newly found exploration urge to use. I opened up the white, paint-peeled front door, to a startling screech. Door seemed to need some major oiling. Pondering on this for a second, I continued my trek into the desolate of light, two story building. It was dark, not pitch black, but dark enough to give an eerie feel to the place. I stood in the doorway for a minute to allow my eyes to adjust before entering. I took my first step listening hard to my surroundings, into the old place. There was a semi-long halway, with stairs on the left, and a gaping doorway to the right which must lead to the living room. At the end of the hallway, I see the common checkered tiles of a kitchen. The kitchen had an ominous feel to it, more ominous than the rest of the house. This brought a small curiosty to my mind, yet I was compelled to stay away. Deciding that the living room seemed the safest to explore first and took a step and turned right into the compact living room. The windows were curtained and no light was coming through. To my left was a stone fire place with an old, moth-eaten recliner in the front of it. Deciding that I want to explore further, I opened the curtains and let the dusty, yet strangely exquisite, windows bring light in. The living room, hall, and stairs seemed to be flooded with light. Not being able to adjust quick enough, I was slightly blinded, which then I tripped and fell. It was rather stupid of me. There was never really a time in my life where I was being this reckless... and it doesn't seem too reckless either. As my eyes seemed to erase the screen of light that blinded me, I noticed the place was more welcoming than I thought. There were old dusty photographs lining the walls. Some of a young couple, a picture of a 1945 football league... the wall could have been part of a mueseum of unknown history with all the pictures of the past. Never knowing I had a grandfather, this was new to me, yet dissapointing. I thought about all of these pictures having a story that only my grandfather could tell...

[Part 2] Soon to come if you want it to .

[.Brittany.]

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