Tell the life story of a random object.
Tell the story of the life of a non-moving, non-living object (i.e. a pencil, a necklace). Poetry & prose both welcomed. :)
The Loyal Old House
The old house stood strong as it had done for so many years protecting the family that lived within it’s walls. The House had watched the children be born within its walls, watched them grow up, and with great saddness watched them move away. That saddness was nothing compared to the day that the two remaining occupants decided that the house was to large for them, that they needed to sell the house and buy something smaller. The quiet house grieved in silence as it watched the family it had been so loyal to, so protective of, walk out of it’s front door for the last time.