My House
I wish I could take these dreams and make them live. Bring them in front of my eyes and live like nothing is ever wrong. I would live close to where I do now, but about ten stories higher, looking out at the Puget Sound. I would have wooden floors, except for the bathroom which would have stone tiles, and a miniature bamboo forest in the corner of the living room. The desk in the center of that same room would have a computer on it. The sun over the Sound would shine on the desk for half the day, creating a war seat with an unbelievable view of the water. With windows open, the salty smell of the ocean would softly find its way in while the sounds of the city drown out any stress. My feline would lay quietly on the floor at the base of the glass sliding door, soaking up the sun rays and purring melodically. Occasionally the soft sound of a ferries fog horn could be heard and his furry ears would twitch lazily. The perfect writing atmosphere would be a near constant, quiet, calm and inspiring.
-attle
A magical land…
Maybe filled with peace and beauty…
No, I’m a liar. No place could be like that in the world we live in now. But, what if the world completely changed before your eyes in a few seconds? Would you make it go towards the future, or maybe the long-gone past? Then again, who knows what lies before us in the future? When thinking of these things, you have to realize nothing goes your way. Unless you put your foot down, and stupidly ask the government and whatnot for a ‘change’ in the world today. You’d like a complete idiot. Yet, we’ve probably all felt this way before. Maybe, you’ve even shared your views of the future with someone. Well, today, you’ll get to know my views.
It starts with a war, not any war. But, it’s called “The Changing War.” For obvious reasons, it’ll destroy everything anybody owns. Yes, very cruel of me. But, you have to notice the world will end one day. And, all your material valuables will be gone forever. You have to remember spiritually all the times you’ve spent with your most prized possessions. Once the war is finally done with, anybody living will be forced to help anyway they can to help build new political buildings. Until some risky person put their foot down. Her name was Holly; she refused to be a slave. Basically, you could imagine the feeling of being mistreated, forced to do things they didn’t want to do, and even die trying to please the masters’ biddings. Holly knew it was a risky chance, but she was willing to fight for freedom. After a ‘trial’ had been held, she earned freedom for everyone. Later on, They fought against the living political members and won.
Years passed, they had built residential places, along with community places. It all seemed perfect for everyone…
My House
Elegant, yet was simply by the sea. The fresh scent of seafood mixed with salt water was in the air at all times. The outside reminded you of an old gothic-style mansion, but the inside was as peaceful as you could imagine. Earth tones and Pastels painted expertly across the walls. Hard wood flooring, carpeting, tile laid perfectly in each room. Furniture, carved and materialized all by hand placed in each room was unbelievably gorgeous. Paintings and Poster scattered across the walls.
But, it was only missing one thing.
Her love named Troy.
who is holly?