Here's just something i wrote a while ago, i appreciate that there is no plot to speak of and that the writting is in actual fact, incredibly bad, but nevermind. I just felt like uploading it, and i'll probably take it down in a few days, so tell me what you think anyway, and feel free to review ... i'll love you forever don't forget. ... although on second thoughts, im becoming scared on your behalf, anyway, please review and i'll send you a small cookie of your choice... (please specify in review)
I own nothing as the quality of this writting shows... dont hate me.
My Palace, My Home.
It's taken 17 years to retrace my steps. Back to my palace, my ruins, my past. To the home that my parents once shared, to the only 'home' that I have ever known, and yet have never been. I have dreamt of being here inside this house, yet as I stand beyond this gate, I am compelled to run, against all morality, I want to renounce this place, but I cannot. Without a past, I can have no future.
As my feet are rooted to the uneven gravel I am stationary, unable to move, staring absently ahead to the long forgotten door where the remains of my family plaque resides. The remains of my family.
The door becoming no longer a unit, a crumbling relic. The symbolisation of a protection that never was. The barren wood scratched and splintered, as sharp winds proceed past.
Placing a numb hand shakily on the rusting gate he urged himself forwards, stumbling numbly towards his past. Breathing heavily, he brushed the wall. A small pile of rubble fell from a crumbling brick near his hand as a small gasp emitted from his dry, rasping throat. A non-entity amongst the debris, much like he. A symbol of what was.
The house stands lonely, a simple reminder of the lovers that once were.
My family. My home.
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(that was slightly random, but randomness makes the world go round, does it not...)