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“Come through,” Aunt Grace said as I followed her down the hall to the kitchen. She heard me gasp. “Would you like to stay for lunch?Uncle Bob is out buying a bottle of wine.” “Thank you,” I said. How was I going to deal with this? Grace had been a widow for 15 years.
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The ruins Fell Like the rest, Dust into the air, Vanished breath And life, Forgotten as if Never There, Your flesh I tasted, Never choosing to believe It was only A dream, The house, A shell Around memories, Your ghost, A lock Around my heart & Sanity
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“Please, I need in before you start the demo. There’s something I must find!” “We don’t have time for you to go digging for gold,lady.” “5 minutes.” “Go.” She tore through the cabinets until she found it: a picture of her and her nana. “You find gold?” “Yes.”
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"You told me you were a prince! You said you had a castle," she shrieked, reaching for one of the rusty pans. "You shouldn't go around kissing frogs. We're notorious liars. Besides," he smirked, ducking as she swung, "you told me you were a virgin."
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"Hide it in plain sight," was his advice, "somewhere it'll blend in with the surroundings." She'd done just that with his tattered soul. Hidden him away so he could rest for a decade or two. It was stupid advice. She was long gone, they all were. Who'd rub the lamp now?
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She got off the phone. Her mother was popping in for a visit in an hour. The house was in good enough order. Phew. She stuck her head in the kitchen to see how it looked. Fuck.
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I used to love coming home to the smell of freshly baked goods... Now all I see is this disheveled mess... I should have happy memories but they were stolen... The day they took my wife and daughter... I will get them back...all of them
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Inside my head dilapidated old and dusty all Sun-faded Creak, groan the kettle steam motes of dust in sunlight beam At my old desk I CLICK, I CLACK onto pages words I barf cooking up the reader snack So I'm weird cat gives no shit long as I stoke the fire, he sits
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#vsspic They love their kitchen. It's a hubbub of activity when the kids invite their friends. Or they do theirs, for that matter. One night a star falls on the world outside of it, triggering more. They snicker. All of them. They communicate w/ their antennae. No humans left. pic.twitter.com/Wz0r7Wiqh3
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What used to be a home is now a house Wallpaper once resplendent with floral motifs The only flowers left mark a bloodstained blouse Where children played and laughter was heard Until the war came, this house, now a tomb To be left undisturbed
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So tell me what do you see An abandoned house Yes, now keep looking as I say my words Everything has changed as if brand new It is a safe haven I stumbled upon to those without the knowledge it continues to look abandoned cloaking us as we stay
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It's been several years since he walked away from life He was surprised how little time it took for decay to set in His mind fragile his body wasting his house crumbling Yet he still organized the pots & pans in the broken kitchen A small bit of order amid the chaos
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#vss365#vsspic#WritingCommunity I was thrilled. The house was perfect. Large and spacious with little work needing to be done. Then I stumbled into the kitchen. The sight before me challenged my#sanity. Besides plaster coming from the ceiling. It was a wasteland.pic.twitter.com/y0lpR8FUnz
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I used my last wish to return to my mum's kitchen. I wanted to be a girl again when life was simple and my mum made everything ok with a cup of tea. I got transported to her kitchen but she wasn't there. I should have specified a date. It was too late as I was stuck here.
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The room that once housed their laughter, until all five of them grew up and got preoccupied with life. Father died, mother got sick. Nobody came to visit, until they day she was buried.
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I gaze down at the dolls house I'd hidden years before A perfect replica of our house, all except one room I spend all night restoring the kitchen to how It looked the night we died Only to be thanked by the ungrateful screams of the child that lives here now
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It had been years since I saw her, and I felt like a bad grandchild for all my neglect. Neglect seemed the operative word, as I looked around the old kitchen that she'd tried in vain to keep up. It was my responsibility now, but her ghost was still in the walls.
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Alone I was abandoned I ended up Just like the kitchen in the pic I am In a mess Nobody cares Everyone just cares about the same
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"Look, that's the café where our parents met" "And how do u know ?" "My dad told me" "Liar, our dad passed away !" "I'm not lying, he told me, i promise" "U don't even know him, u were born after his death" "Well, i saw him last night. In my
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#vss365#vsspic I was lost in my own thoughts staring into my coffee. My life was beginning to feel meaningless. The highlight of my day was a trip to an old coffee shop. Then he walked in and smiled at me. The voices around me suddenly became#extras in a movie scene.pic.twitter.com/SZLe3mw7JT
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