Celeste Dowd
Bio
I've been writing creatively since I was small, I used to write novels in my spare time before commiting myself to my studies. As I grow older my love of writing has remained, and you'll often find me dreaming up stories and writing notes.
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Roanoke
“A house that sits atop a hill, a beautiful image it is. The plains shine golden, the lakes bright blue what a beautiful place to live. Those who dwell within these walls smile perfectly picture still, silent, small and frightened eyed, but, incredibly strong of will. You’ll never walk the empty hallways, they have walked before, though people saw them enter they never did walk out those doors. Some say they never left and that they walk the hallways still, some say they never did exist and question if you’re ill. Yet whichever side they fall upon one thing they all agree, is that the house hidden in cornfields is no place they wish to be. You may call it superstition, and you may be correct, but that house of wood and stone holds onto memories of flesh. So, tread carefully over broken ground, forget not where you are, people smile warmly but they’ll greet you from afar. Pass the threshold they dare not, nor enter door of oak. For terrible secrets hide in beautiful places, this is Roanoke”.
By Celeste Dowd5 years ago in Fiction
