Cecelia Calhoun
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Everything changes
Once there was an old barn. When this Barn was built the man who built her made sure the wood was strong and studs were the straightest available. They took great care to make sure every plank was aligned just so, and the nails were flush. They painted her the most beautiful red color with white accents. Every year they repainted and made sure she was weather proofed. They filled her with animals and tools. She keep all their most precious things safe. She watched the seasons change, winter covered her in snow, spring brought vines to her door step, summer brought sweltering heat, and fall brought brightly covered leaves to cover her floor. She watched as the horses grow old and new ones replace them, she watched as her builders grew old and their kids grew up and old. As the grand children of her builders grew they stopped painting her every year. The tools started to rust, fewer and fewer animals were kept inside her walls. Dirt began to collect in the cracks and never got swept out, the great grandchildren of her builders moved away from the house and new people moved in.
By Cecelia Calhoun5 years ago in Fiction
Rough Loss
I lost my partner, my world, and my hope, my future is unsure and dark. My Name is Dakota and I live in a cruel world, the nights are cold and the days too hot. I used to spend most of my time waiting for my love. She and I were inseparable, walking on the beach, and through the park, long car rides for no reason. Often, I would lay my head on her lap, and she would stroke my dark hair. When we met, it was love at first sight; she immediately took me to her home. The world just melted away when we were together. She was tall and strong, and made the best food. We had steak, chicken, and duck, and sometimes fish. I loved her cooking, I loved everything about her, and waiting for her to come home, every day, was exhausting. After a little bit, she gave me a necklace of leather with a heart shaped locket. I liked the sound it made when the locket tapped against the metal ring on the leather. I never took it off, I'm not sure how long we were together, before she was out of my life.
By Cecelia Calhoun5 years ago in Fiction
