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    old memories

    heres another one....
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    I park my car in the driveway and step out of the car. As I close the door I look up at the house, wines going up the wall, windows covered with dust, some of them even broken. I slowly walk towards the main door; it was huge almost twice my size and painted black, but now it had some of the parts chipped off and showing the wood underneath. I put my hand on the knob and feel the coldness of the iron going up my arm. I gently open it and it creakes open, letting light in the front foyer for the first time in over a decade. I just look inside, seeing only dust over the furniter and all the painting chipped from the wall. It used to be so elegant, I am thinking. I step inside remembering what it used to look like. I look up at the ceiling, seeing the old chandelire, filled with dust. I still remember how it shined and filled many grand parties with light. I see the old stair case and see the red carpet covered in dust. I walk up the stairs to the second floor, leavind foot prints in the dust. I look at the three doors that lead to bedrooms. I try opening the middle one, but it was locked, so I tried the one on the right, but it was also locked. I looked back at the last door and walk towards it and opened it. I look inside to see how big the room was. I step inside and look around remembering the times I spent in there with my daughter. I walk towards the bay windows and see a porceline doll sitting on the window sill, beautiful as she ever was. Staring back at me with her innocent blue eyes, and her light brown bangs covering her forehead. She wore a maroon velvet dress, she looked new, only covered with dust. I go over to the window and brush the dust off the window, letting light in the room. I turn around and see the bed, covered in dust also. I walk towards it and sit on the corner. I run my hand over the velvet bedsheet and remember the good times I had hear. I can almost hear my daughter calling me.I get up and quickly leave the room and go downstairs. But instead of going back to the front door, I go to the living room. I walk in there and above all the furniture I see her painting. Looking like a queen. Her blue eyes looking over the room. Her hair tied up in a bun. Her elegant hands resting on her voilet velvet dress. She looked so beautiful. I remember her when she wore that dress for the first time. I was sitting in the chair right there by the wall. I had a perfect view of the stairs and she came down those stairs, looking as elegant and beautiful as ever. A smile on her face showing her innocense. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, knowing I wud never see her smile or my little daughter. I got out of the house and went straight for my car and drove out of there. The memories were to much for me to bear........

    #2
    Great story,..But,..Do you have the link(Web Site) to this story......
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    A Faith that cannot survive collision with the truth is not worth many regrets.

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      #3
      I wrote it.....

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        #4
        great work http://www3.pak.org/gupshup/smilies/ok.gif
        u always leave sumthing for the reader to think about n leave sumthing for their imagination. well done n keep it up!

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          #5
          nice..

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            #6
            kewl story!

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