As I am walking home from school I take the time to look around my surroundings. Leaves a variety of reds, oranges and yellows descend from the trees and encase the ground like a blanket. The wind begins to pick up, building miniature vortexes with the leaves and dropping them off to their new locations. There is not much to Stowe, Vermont: a couple of convenience stores, a few diners scattered, parks and widely spaces houses that stretch down for a few miles. Extravagant would not be the leading
The street I live on has a lot of houses on it, and mine just happens to be one of them. Each house has its own driveway each one unique in its own way. Most of them are paved driveways, but mine happens to be made from hard pack. I can picture the driveway when it was built, still in the same place and still being made of rocks. The driveway to my house is a narrow driveway about as wide as one and ½ car widths. The driveway separates my house from my neighbors and serves as a place to park cars
Beep beep beep. My eyes fluttered open as I reached to turn off my alarm. The clock read 5:30 AM. Slowly I made my way to the bathroom to get ready. The floor felt cold under my feet as I tried to miss the certain spots I knew would wake up the household. As I stood in front of the mirror, my eyes still crusted with sleep, I told myself to be strong. Cold water dripped down my neck and shirt as I massaged the lather into my skin. I noticed the droplets that had formed at the ends of my eyelashes, trying
The house that was in the middle of the country with miles of land and nobody seen or heard. The house used to be seen every Friday. It had a gravel driveway that seemed a mile long, grass cut perfectly, and the smell of fresh air all around. There was a massive tree in the front yard that was the size of a skyscraper, that the kids used to play on. You would see the cute brown house on the hill. The house that seemed so big when I was a kid, but the bigger I got, the smaller the house seemed to
To get to my house I had to walk through waist high water. I was looking around and saw debris floating everywhere. I saw random people’s furniture, their cushions, and every random thing I could possibly imagine. When I was walking through the water, it was disgusting. The barnyards behind my neighborhood, sewage systems, and the blocked up pipes had all risen and was in the water. It was so disgusting! I couldn’t even see my shoes once I got to my calf. Once I got to my door my whole family had
in the same small house on Honey Creek road my entire life.The front yard is full of bright green grass, that stands just a little too tall. One ditch is on each side of the long black cement driveway. At the beginning of the driveway are two large, solid boulders. My front yard is large compared to the neighboring yards. It is where my siblings and I would play tag and other games during late summer nights and would build snowmen on cold winter evenings. The same yard that my brother has spent countless
through tight nooks and crannies to explore uncharted waters. Part of this was due to my imagination, but a large influence was given by my house, which seemed like a fine boat itself. Surrounded by unconstructed houses which seemed like unmapped area, and numerous resemblances to pirate ships such as a flag flying off the balcony, my childhood home was the perfect place for a blooming imagination to run wild. The house stood proudly like a warrior from the Hun dynasty, sheathed in an armour of wood colored
As my feet lightly tapped and echoed against the hard, concrete floor, a foreign feeling filled every inch of my body. The wintery air felt cold, lifeless, and in all senses dead, and the high chirp of the birds above was strangely absent. And as I approached the door to my own house, I began to hesitate. Somehow, somewhere, deep within me, was a small sense of dread. Regardless of all telling me to do otherwise, I twisted the door’s knob, and swung it open with all the usual enthusiasm. I dashed
familiar. My eyes opened slowly and unexpectedly. I yawned and stretched my body out across my mattress, arms out reaching high above my head, getting the joints warm and flexible. I sat up on the bed and looked around the near pitch black space that was my bedroom. My eyes have yet to adjust to the darkness, but I knew where everything was, all committed to memory. My room forms the shape of an L; The door leading into my room opens up to a space five feet wide and it opens up to the rest of my room
prosperous suburbia. Two blocks behind my house was the wealthier neighborhood, and three blocks in front of my home was old run down houses. Our area had a strict HOA so we could only have specific things in front of our house also only a handful of colors we could paint our homes, yet on the other side of the street the HOA didn't control the area. It was unique seeing what the strict housing looked like side by side with the HOA free houses. The area surrounding my childhood home was a melting pot