Their grandmother's home was a living museum. She had never bought anything more modern than the 1960's. Everything was original or refurbished retro, like the house itself. Although the tangerine and fuchsia walls were right out of her favourite era the paint was barely a year old. The floral prints were bold and the furniture sparse and simple. In the lobby sat an orange telephone with it's large dialling disk and curled cable dangling from the receiver. It struck Jenny that this was the first time the little house had looked dusty and the first time she had walked in to no Beetles music. It was as if the spirit of the house had gone with her and these objects left behind were only empty shells of their former selves. Likely the new owner would just tear it down and build something new, but somehow she didn't think she'd come to watch the diggers raise this little wooden rancher to the ground. Out of every inch poured the memories of her childhood summers...
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My Descriptive writing pieces
General FictionIf you haven't guessed, this book is full of my different descriptive writing works from April of 2018 to present. Each idea is prompted by either readers, my friends or how I feel about something. If you do enjoy my work and want to request a topic...
