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Fiction Created on 1-24-08 Views(63) Story Rating G

Let me continue by telling you of my childhood home.  God, that house.  Thinking back on it makes my stomach churn.  We lived on a corner of Baltimore, no I won't include the address, my mother still lives there and she is one person you do not want to meet, trust me.  It's a one story blue house on two acres of land, a chain link fence runs around the property.  Usually we entered through the door facing the back yard, the back door.  That leads into the kitchen/"dining room" I use quotes with that term because saying that my family dined is like saying pigs roll in mud to exfoliate their skin.  Before I get too much further there's somehting you need to know.  This house was the messiet possible.  I'm not just talking trash, I'm talking dirty clothes, animal excrement, and whatever else lingers in the darkest corners of your imagination, it was probably there.  How did it get and stay this way?  I have no idea, as soon as I cleaned anything it was twice as bad the next time I looked, there was as much point in cleaning as there is reading one page of a five hundred page book, not much.  Of course complications arose from this, but I'll detail those later.  If you go through the kitchen and turn left down the hall, the second door on the right is my old room.  I left everything, and I can't bring myself to go back to get it.  I feel bad for leaving my possesions in such an awful place, but they won't notice.  That room was my only sanctuary, I cleaned it once a week and no one was allowed in without my permission.  At the end of the hall, right across from each other are the doors to my mother's and brothers' rooms.  Door one and door two to misery.  If for some reason you ever do visit I don't recomend touching anything, you don't know where it's been.  Oh, and watch your step.

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On March 9th 2008 hyper009 Said :
hyper009 i like it very much.
On January 25th 2008 mydragonlord Said :
mydragonlord reminds me of my late uncle's house, not a plesant place to be.
On January 25th 2008 CaPlanePourToi Said :
CaPlanePourToi It's very good. If you want to add some humor to the situation [which always helps bring the reader in...unless you want this to be another "Child Called It" story] you could over-exagerate the messiness, like you started to with "pigs...exfoliate skin" and "Whatever lingers in the darkest corners of your imagination..." Very good!
On January 24th 2008 InvisibleFlame Said :
InvisibleFlame I'm sorry...:(
On January 24th 2008 Akinka Said :
Akinka With that description I'm sure I don't wanna visit :S