Miscellaneous One-Shots

House [my own story]

Houses think.

Whether you listen or not doesn't matter because they are thinking. Thinking about you, and about themselves, and the news, and maybe even Paris.

Houses see a lot. No one ever asks a house so they don't talk but they have seen it all. The saw the nights, quiet and lonely. The saw the early morning, sluggish and lonelier. The saw the empty evenings and the sink you accidentally left running all day.

Some houses are sad. Usually because of what happens. Violence, anger, regret. No one asks the house for advice so they don't give any but they wish you would leave and find a better life. One that doesn't involve pain from people who are suppose to love you.

Some houses grow tired. They watch as you go through years and they get quiet. You get quiet too. It's peaceful sometimes, you both think.

Some houses don't think. There is nothing left to think about. No one to think about. Houses that start to rumble and fall and they don't think about a thing.

Some houses feel bad about watching. It's not like they can do much else but it feels like an invasion. They give you some privacy when you need it.

Sometimes houses try and talk. No one listens. Usually it scares people late at night when they are sad and lonely and you try and make noises to comfort them. Horror movies are the cause of this they. They'd say they hate horror movies but they secretly like them too. They like how it causes you to listen and look at them. Some houses are greedy like that.

Houses don't move much. They like it that way. You always move. It gets old watching you move so much. They like when you sleep between the times of being lonely and lonelier because you don't move much.

Houses think a lot. Maybe you should listen.