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January 8, 2014



January 8th, 2014 StoryStarter prompt: The house stood defiant against the years. Empty and all but forgotten, it fought against losing the memories it held within...

It seemed as though we'd been walking for miles. I was busy watching where I was stepping so I wouldn't trip and fall flat on my face. My brother Barry had stopped moving forward in the middle of the path when I collided with him. "What the hell, Barry?" I grumbled.

"Look," he said. I followed the direction of his point and saw the abandoned house. 

My eyes widened in surprise. "How is it, we've been hiking in these woods for years and never noticed this before?"

He was grinning like a fat kid in a doughnut shop, and in spite of having just hiked a good five miles already, Barry sprinted toward the boarded up structure. "Let's see if there's a way inside, Alice."

"Yeah because those spray-painted 'keep out' and 'no trespassing' signs aren't referring to us," I said with a heavy dose of sarcasm.

"Why you gotta be such a downer, Al? Come help me pry off this loose board so we can get a better look," he ordered.

I let out an irritated huff and joined him on the rickety porch. Against my better judgment, I helped tug at a corner of the plywood covering the front door. After a few minutes of prying, Barry and I were able to uncover a hole large enough to climb through. 

"You have fun," I told him as I wiped my hands down the front of my jeans. "I'll just wait out here."

"Chicken," he smirked. 

"Maybe, but I think I'm really more concerned about falling through a rotted floor. Not to mention, I'm fresh out of get-out-of-jail-free cards," I informed him. "But, you go ahead. Knock yourself out."

 "This is the perfect setting for the book I'm writing," he said. You know, "The house stood defiant against the years. Empty and all but forgotten, it fought against losing the memories it held within."

I rolled my eyes at my brother who swore he was going to be the next Stephen King. "Sure, just don't forget your little sister when you get rich and famous," I teased.



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Lori L. Clark

Lori L. Clark currently resides in Hazelwood, MO with three rescue dogs. When Lori isn't listening to the voices in her head, waiting for the next creative inspiration to strike, she also loves to read, run, paint pet portraits and save dogs. Email Lori at LLClark.author@gmail.com

1 comment:

  1. Hiya

    This is great :) I really like it and i love the ending.

    Angel

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