English Writing Ideas

Fictional Stories

Story 1:

A lone house was coming into view, as I neared towards the end of the street. Cars were aligned on each side of the street, right in front of perfectly-manicured lawns and hedges.

There it stood, in all its grandeur, a house set in stone, made of the finest white marble. In all its glory, it was the lone ranger in the middle of a posh, perfect neighborhood. Yet I knew that this house had been left alone for almost half a century, forgotten and subjected to time.

Trudging up each step, I led myself to the front door, pausing briefly to dig through my bag. I pulled out a key-chain, with a dull, copper key attached at the end.

I slid the key into the front lock, turning it slightly as a little click could be heard. I pulled the key back and did the same to the bottom lock, unlocking it with little effort.

The door instantly began to cave in, its rusty hinges corroded from the negligence of use.

I stepped back immediately to the side, alarmed as it slammed to the ground. Dust stirred up into the air, as I held up my hand to clear it. I scoffed to myself, annoyed that there was already something for me to fix.

Making my way over the fallen door, I peered inside to get a look. Cobwebs covered velvet rugs and couches, the silk curtains deteriorating to time itself. Dust lined the windowsills and staircase, where dust bunnies freely lived without care.

Truly a nightmare! What a horror! Just...disgusting!

My throat began to get itchy, as I felt dust particles enter my throat. I quickly tugged my sleeve down a bit and brought it up to my face, covering half of my face almost completely. I coughed as I tried to get the dust out of my throat, the dry, itchy feeling still burning.

The once glorious house was now in shambles, a shadow of its former glory.

Yet as I continued upstairs, a peaceful room had come into view.

Down the hallway, to the right, was a room. The door frame let light fall through its frame, lighting the hallway up.

It was not a room of many looks, but the feelings it gave off were of comfort and home, something I dearly longed for in the entirety of my journey.

I closed my eyes, as a heavy sigh escaped my breath.

I opened my eyes again, as I saw the house in an entirely new and different light.

I envisioned a place where I could finally settle down...a place where there were no more worries or any cares in the entire world! It would just be me and the house, alone and at peace...

Alone...

and at peace...

I blinked, shaking the dreams away that had slipped into my mind.

Silly, useless, corrupted dreams.

Only fools dreamed.

Suddenly the dusty room became bleak once more, as my dreams and hopes of this house slowly died away, just like the dust-- oh so quick to rise, yet slow to settle and die away.

Just like me.