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There was a small tangled building
Jan. 23rd, 2013 11:17 pmIn the back of her yard.
Perhaps her parents were pretty dumb for buying this stupid house in the middle of nowhere. Where there was nothing to do, and left all her friends back with her old house and her favorite ice cream place. But this house did have that small tangled building.
She stared out at it through the sweetly tapping rain on her window. It glistened in the drizzling rain, panes of glass catching errant beams of sunlight that filtered through the clouds. Vines were climbing all around it and it was sunken into the forest like a gate into Narnia. She wondered if that was the one good thing about this dreadful house. Perhaps there was a portal, a bridge to another place, and that it was right here outside her new house. With a quick glance around her new room with all its horrible paint and boxes she snatched her coat and wellies out of the closet, and her trusty companion, Mr. Squiggles the Brave and Dapper Hare and then rushed down the creaky stairs to the foyer. Maybe there was adventure in that little house...
She heard her mother shout something as she rushed out the front door, and yelled "Gonna play outside" as she rushed outside, mud squelching under her pink wellies and Mr Squiggles legs swinging out in the rush of her passing. The screen door creaked and slammed behind her, bouncing back from the force with which she had pushed it.
It smelled like green outside, and long lush grass seemed to make a guiding glowing path to the small glass house by the woods. It was a magic house! She knew it! She could go inside and it would take her somewhere wonderful, to a bright and glowing place, where she could be a brave knight, or a princess like in that Brave movie or, or maybe she could even be a mermaid. Wouldn't that be brilliant! Panting and hot cheeked, she had to slow down as she approached the building. As she got closer she realized it was further back into the woods than she had thought, and the vines crawled out from it like dark thorned tentacles grasping for a hold on something from the back of the house. She almost stopped then. Slowing and staring, growing more hesitant as she saw the dark thorns on the red vines extending from the small glass building... Then she saw the dust motes dancing in a small gold stream of light and reminded herself that it was Magic! It shouldn't be easy to reach a magic house! Slowly now, carefully, she lifted her boots out of the heavy sucking mud and carefully placed them between dark red vines covered with rich green leaves, trying to keep from snagging her precious rainbow striped tights (they were a present from grannie, and dad hated them, so of course they were her very favorite thing). As she picked her way across the vines the rain began to fall in larger and larger drops, once more she looked back at the house, and then a bit of a rainbow off of a mirror of glass caught her eye, and she kept on going forward...
The little building was looking larger now... it had stands where pots had once lived, and broken pottery dancing across the floor like small ceramic feathers. She peered back into the glass house, somehow it was darker inside than she would have thought, and went awfully far back. "Sssshhh, don't be such a wuss" She admonished Mr Squiggles as he turned questioning button eyes to her. It'll be fine! We'll have an adventure! Won't that be wonderful!
Just a snippet of a story that came into my mind when I saw this...
Perhaps her parents were pretty dumb for buying this stupid house in the middle of nowhere. Where there was nothing to do, and left all her friends back with her old house and her favorite ice cream place. But this house did have that small tangled building.
She stared out at it through the sweetly tapping rain on her window. It glistened in the drizzling rain, panes of glass catching errant beams of sunlight that filtered through the clouds. Vines were climbing all around it and it was sunken into the forest like a gate into Narnia. She wondered if that was the one good thing about this dreadful house. Perhaps there was a portal, a bridge to another place, and that it was right here outside her new house. With a quick glance around her new room with all its horrible paint and boxes she snatched her coat and wellies out of the closet, and her trusty companion, Mr. Squiggles the Brave and Dapper Hare and then rushed down the creaky stairs to the foyer. Maybe there was adventure in that little house...
She heard her mother shout something as she rushed out the front door, and yelled "Gonna play outside" as she rushed outside, mud squelching under her pink wellies and Mr Squiggles legs swinging out in the rush of her passing. The screen door creaked and slammed behind her, bouncing back from the force with which she had pushed it.
It smelled like green outside, and long lush grass seemed to make a guiding glowing path to the small glass house by the woods. It was a magic house! She knew it! She could go inside and it would take her somewhere wonderful, to a bright and glowing place, where she could be a brave knight, or a princess like in that Brave movie or, or maybe she could even be a mermaid. Wouldn't that be brilliant! Panting and hot cheeked, she had to slow down as she approached the building. As she got closer she realized it was further back into the woods than she had thought, and the vines crawled out from it like dark thorned tentacles grasping for a hold on something from the back of the house. She almost stopped then. Slowing and staring, growing more hesitant as she saw the dark thorns on the red vines extending from the small glass building... Then she saw the dust motes dancing in a small gold stream of light and reminded herself that it was Magic! It shouldn't be easy to reach a magic house! Slowly now, carefully, she lifted her boots out of the heavy sucking mud and carefully placed them between dark red vines covered with rich green leaves, trying to keep from snagging her precious rainbow striped tights (they were a present from grannie, and dad hated them, so of course they were her very favorite thing). As she picked her way across the vines the rain began to fall in larger and larger drops, once more she looked back at the house, and then a bit of a rainbow off of a mirror of glass caught her eye, and she kept on going forward...
The little building was looking larger now... it had stands where pots had once lived, and broken pottery dancing across the floor like small ceramic feathers. She peered back into the glass house, somehow it was darker inside than she would have thought, and went awfully far back. "Sssshhh, don't be such a wuss" She admonished Mr Squiggles as he turned questioning button eyes to her. It'll be fine! We'll have an adventure! Won't that be wonderful!
Just a snippet of a story that came into my mind when I saw this...
