Have you ever written a story using an inanimate object as the narrator? We challenged our readers to do just that. Below is one tale told from this house’s point-of-view.
The fire is getting closer. Sirens howl in the distance, but I doubt they will make it here in time. The flames creep across the woodland, devouring homes. Looks like I’m next. I’m having a hard time accepting that my family left.
I welcomed Tim and Katie when he carried her across my threshold for the first time. I was there for every moment. My floorboards supported the crib of their firstborn. I caught their tears and absorbed the blood of their scraped knees.
Their lives got busy with jobs and kids, so I was neglected. My woodwork got dirty. My floors creaked. My siding warped. However, I overhead their dreams to fix me up and make me the gem that I once was, so I waited patiently for them. I surrounded them with unconditional love as their children grew and their lives played on. I was there for every storm, holding strong against the rain and wind to protect them.
Now I stand alone. The backyard trees crepitate within the flames as the fire encroaches the deck. Nobody is here to protect me. My wooden beams screech as the heat expands them, and my shingles curl and melt, but the pain of abandonment burns far worse than any fire.
Leigh Anne Lagoe left her nine-to-five a few years ago to finally pursue one of her passions: writing. Her first project was a self-published children’s book Drips. Now she is taking time to explore a variety of genres through short stories,writing contests, and even a novel. There are many untold stories that she would love to tell, so each day she learns a little more and works on honing those skills.