Friday, February 11, 2011

Prestine

Oh how perfect it looked from the outside, wrapped neatly in its prestine green walls, nestling down in immaculate snow. How very tidy indeed.
Just looking at it, you can almost smell the virginity seeping through the four walls.
Four little steps of stone to paradise, they thought.
Four walls to provide you warmth, they said.
Four walls to keep you safe.

Oh but if they knew.
All the horrors inside.

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9 comments:

  1. Nothing appearing as it really is ... happens all too often.

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  2. Ooh, sounds like the beginnings of a good story!

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  3. That house does have that duality about it. Intriguing Magpie!

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  4. I didn't see the house as being eerie till I read your Magpie.

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  5. Most intriguing - are the horrors still there or are they in the past? What sort of horrors?
    The fact that you leave it to the imagination increases the horror!

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  6. very sweet imaginations.
    love your magpie.

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  7. One never knows what goes on behind closed doors.
    Leaves a great to the imagination and in this case, nothing good. A mysterious write - well done!

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  8. Looks can be deceiving alright, imagination flows!

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  9. Smell the virginity? What a great notion.

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