The haunting...
A small white house with a red coral roof stood all alone on top of a hill, It sat there, empty and in silence, amongst majestic trees covered in gold and orange dying leaves, surrounded by a sea of grass so tall, that it hid the unkempt soil that once, on a not so distant Spring, had birthed a myriad of flowers as a beautiful gift for the girl that lived there then, but now no longer did. The autumn wind blew cold and harsh, shaking the trunks of the big old trees, and beating relentless on the... Sign in to see full entry.