There are four stone walls, half a dozen windows and two doors, a garden to surround it and some rotten apples lying on the grass. There's no one around, there are no smells and in the kitchen, no one is making the stew. Absolute silence. You know, a house is no longer a home if there's no life in it
At the end of a quiet shift, Detective Evelyn Carter arrived at the scene. The cozy living room was now a crime scene. A single, upside-down photograph of a smiling family lay beside the body. Not everyone was smiling in that photo: a tiny red mask replaced the victim’s face. Evelyn knew that place was no home to anyone anymore.
This house, it has the whitest walls, the highest ceilings. Towering above its invader if you look up at it from the outside, swallowing you whole once you dare to enter. It's a beautiful bildung, artistic, rich and bold in every way. It's the opposite of all I am. And that is why I'll never be home.
She’d always believed home to be a place. Somewhere with a foundation, a thing with walls and a roof, colourful planters on bright white sills - somewhere you can return to, something tangible. Years were spent in an attempt to build one, brick by brick, stone by stone; but it never seemed quite right – a puzzle never complete. It wasn’t until she travelled the world, observing the marvels on offer that she concluded that home is where your heart lives, where you find comfort, where you wake with a quiet smile, where your soul breathes easily. Home is a feeling, a contentment, a satisfaction – and once you find it, you’ll always be home.
She looked around; the flood had destroyed everything. 6-year-old Nicky placed a chubby hand on Ella's shoulders, as she sat holding her head. "It's OK mamma, home is where you are". His words brought a fresh stream of warm tears to her eyes, and a hope to her heart. She swooped him up into her arms. "That's right sweetheart," she said with a grateful heart. She still had her boy, she still had a home.
Broken windows in the abandoned high-rise buildings glinted in the setting sun, twinkling like fireflies. The decimated buildings were home to the ghosts of past generations. Resting in the watery grave–a flooded city–they were too hazardous to explore and yet beautiful in their own enigmatic way.
Tessa wondered if those who’d walked their halls considered them deathtraps too.
"Maybe someday I will return, But you are not entitled to it,
Common blood means nothing, and you made me live in fear.
All I’m doing is finding someplace where I can expose all my vulnerabilities and live as myself. If you want me to return, look at yourself and find what went wrong.
It weren’t hard to find ‘em. They was drinkin’ ma whiskey and hollerin’ round a fire you coulda seen from Kansas. Jus’ a couple a greenhorns, no account, drifters. They’d be asleep soon.
I’d be fetchin’ ma Henry rifle, some grub and such, then lightin’ a shuck outta there. Looked like I’d be callin’ that cave home fer a spell.
"Home? I'm not sure what you mean by that. I grew up on a planet--New Angmar--but I've spent more time in stasis between the stars than I have on any planet."
He looked around at the cosy little farm town with its Colony Department housing and quaint fields receding to the horizon.
Every night, the tiny adorable robot performed her ritual. She carefully removed her heart, a glowing, intricate mechanism, and placed it gently in a small charger. The charger hummed softly, a comforting sound. "Goodnight, my little sanctuary," she whispered to it. As she powered down, she felt a warmth, knowing her heart was safely recharging in its cherished place.
Microdosing- 60 mg of a House
There are four stone walls, half a dozen windows and two doors, a garden to surround it and some rotten apples lying on the grass. There's no one around, there are no smells and in the kitchen, no one is making the stew. Absolute silence. You know, a house is no longer a home if there's no life in it
At the end of a quiet shift, Detective Evelyn Carter arrived at the scene. The cozy living room was now a crime scene. A single, upside-down photograph of a smiling family lay beside the body. Not everyone was smiling in that photo: a tiny red mask replaced the victim’s face. Evelyn knew that place was no home to anyone anymore.
Thank you for joining in Simone!
My very first attempt! I found the exercise stimulating, though the result is barely acceptable! 😉
I think it’s an intriguing premise! Feel free to join in anytime to challenge the writing muscle :)
A House, No Home
This house, it has the whitest walls, the highest ceilings. Towering above its invader if you look up at it from the outside, swallowing you whole once you dare to enter. It's a beautiful bildung, artistic, rich and bold in every way. It's the opposite of all I am. And that is why I'll never be home.
She’d always believed home to be a place. Somewhere with a foundation, a thing with walls and a roof, colourful planters on bright white sills - somewhere you can return to, something tangible. Years were spent in an attempt to build one, brick by brick, stone by stone; but it never seemed quite right – a puzzle never complete. It wasn’t until she travelled the world, observing the marvels on offer that she concluded that home is where your heart lives, where you find comfort, where you wake with a quiet smile, where your soul breathes easily. Home is a feeling, a contentment, a satisfaction – and once you find it, you’ll always be home.
whoa. that told a big story in a short amount of words!
That's the idea haha. Thank you for reading :))
@Miguel
Prompt: Home
She looked around; the flood had destroyed everything. 6-year-old Nicky placed a chubby hand on Ella's shoulders, as she sat holding her head. "It's OK mamma, home is where you are". His words brought a fresh stream of warm tears to her eyes, and a hope to her heart. She swooped him up into her arms. "That's right sweetheart," she said with a grateful heart. She still had her boy, she still had a home.
“We are home,” I proclaimed to myself.
In actuality, this is true. This makeshift arrangement of boxes is my home – I can’t afford much else. The corporations bought all the “good” homes.
Yet, inside this bit of “refuse” was a bed and a built in sunroof – what more can you ask for?
Well, maybe a cessation of tickets for littering.
A place of safety was turned into a place of hell.
Day after day, it came for us, looking to take another piece.
It always happened at night.
They were hiding under the bed
"Its almost time sis, he wont get you this time, ok"
The handle on the door started to move.
"Quite, he is coming"
Dark!
In the words of Jon T, can’t do light, it hurts my eyes 😀
Haha, well put!
Microdosing with Miguel S. -- 60 words for HOME
Broken windows in the abandoned high-rise buildings glinted in the setting sun, twinkling like fireflies. The decimated buildings were home to the ghosts of past generations. Resting in the watery grave–a flooded city–they were too hazardous to explore and yet beautiful in their own enigmatic way.
Tessa wondered if those who’d walked their halls considered them deathtraps too.
"Maybe someday I will return, But you are not entitled to it,
Common blood means nothing, and you made me live in fear.
All I’m doing is finding someplace where I can expose all my vulnerabilities and live as myself. If you want me to return, look at yourself and find what went wrong.
I promise, I’ll be waiting."
It weren’t hard to find ‘em. They was drinkin’ ma whiskey and hollerin’ round a fire you coulda seen from Kansas. Jus’ a couple a greenhorns, no account, drifters. They’d be asleep soon.
I’d be fetchin’ ma Henry rifle, some grub and such, then lightin’ a shuck outta there. Looked like I’d be callin’ that cave home fer a spell.
A Place to Lay Her Hat Called Home
It was just like returning home at last
There was a welcome something in the air
That called to her as she breathed in
Anger and despair.
She wishes that she could start again
But time has proven that she won’t
Because the devil that you know
Beats the one you don’t!
Great one!
"Home? I'm not sure what you mean by that. I grew up on a planet--New Angmar--but I've spent more time in stasis between the stars than I have on any planet."
He looked around at the cosy little farm town with its Colony Department housing and quaint fields receding to the horizon.
"I guess I could live here."
Even aliens need cozy spaces!
Every night, the tiny adorable robot performed her ritual. She carefully removed her heart, a glowing, intricate mechanism, and placed it gently in a small charger. The charger hummed softly, a comforting sound. "Goodnight, my little sanctuary," she whispered to it. As she powered down, she felt a warmth, knowing her heart was safely recharging in its cherished place.
This is so cute.
Thank you. 😊
Home-
“There’s no place like home,” is what Dorothy said.
I say, “Thank God, I can get away from mine.” I take another drag…
With a deep inhale I won’t have to go back anytime soon. I let the pot sink in and take me away.
Maybe I’ll go over the rainbow for a few minutes. If I am lucky.
I hope the rainbows looked amazing :)