Historias de Oldbuilding

I slightly pushed the door as it opened widely. My eyes stayed locked on the roses & candles that were scattered all around the place. This was it. He had found me.

It was a beautiful day when I saw the melting tears, having many melting stories, just along the road. Building was in a deep thoughts of old stories and a little hope, while a weak line of light was disappearing along the sky.

They were red. They were a hundred and they did not blink and just like that, they disappeared All at once. Written by: Masie Ranked #49 on 13/2/18

A short poem a wrote after seeing many ruins of medieval buildings while searching for dinosaur footprints in Spain💕

"Sana mas matagal pa kitang makasama"

"I feel regret for what I did!", a sharp and a blunt voice escaped from my throat. The place I was staying in had a strange atmosphere . I can sense fair light falling on me with a huge crew sitting before, with a desire to know something .They were mostly the press and students. I was badly wounded and my left part of the face had bruises all over . I turned to my right where there's a huge screen displaying the live footage . "That's me! Ananya!", a pain-filled throat has gained it's voice. I started speaking... Read on to know what actually has happened that made her feel regret.

a poem inspired by a building at truman state university! enjoy!!

What was it about this place? It was calling to her, pulling her closer. Just a run down ordinary school ...but packed full of history. A history that twists and binds throughout her own. A history that needs to be uncovered and someone who seems more than willing to help her do so. Join Rose on her incredible adventure of unraveling the truths about her family life, as she uncovers the lies weaved into her life over time. Her anguish, her happiness. So much can happen in such a short amount of time, as she realises after she takes on the job of restoring.... Eastern District.