Short Stories

Wild House

There is a house, 

It sits all alone in a small valley, surrounded only by nature. 

The house has vines growing over windows and through cracks in the plaster. The windows are grimy and cracked, the paint peeling and the roof full of blooming weeds and nests of all sorts. 

And yet, 

The house is gorgeous, the wild vines unpredictable and beautiful. The weeds more like flowers while the beautiful sun reflects blues and whites and pinks. It was a gorgeous, Wild, Manic mess. But how?

How could something in such a disarray be so beautiful? How could something unpredictable, aggressive, and uncontrollable be so gorgeous?

because that's all it takes. To stand out, to be unpredictable, it makes it unique. 

So the house sits alone in the valley, condemned to nature, but it stand tall and proud as the mount gorgeous thing in that valley.