I am in a Writing Group and we met at the end of January and the beautiful Luana brought this picture along with a picture of a carnival as writing prompts. Luana wrote a very intriguing story about the old house which you should read! But mine, although not so suspenseful, was more on reflection. I would like to share my writing prompt with you with little edits made. Please feel free to leave a comment below to let me know how you liked it!
The old house floors creaked in the cold. Glass barely hanging on in the window sill tore and broke. But no one heard it for this creaky old house had been forgotten about. It once held a story; once there was paint on its panels, curtains on the windows blowing in the wind, laughter echoing, a warm fireplace brewing its mighty heat.
But not anymore. It's story has ended and no one knew what it was anymore.
The fireplace was bitterly cold, the ashes had long ago blown out of its cavern and onto the once beautiful floor, staining it with its blackish stain. The laughter and joys of humanhood were replaced by silence and the howl of the wind.
Once there was food cooking in the kitchen, filling the house with its wonderful scent - saying, "Come! It's time to delight yourself in my tasty grandeur!" But now, the kitchen was scented with mold and decay.
What was this house story? Who lived there? What memories did it have? We will never find out for the memories have long soaked out of the wood, the warm smells had been blown out by the bitter wind, and the people had forgotten about the adventures they had made inside this house.
Now it sits desolate, in shambles, and lonely - who will restore it o it can become alive again?
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