The House (Pic #8) -- Original
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picture_prompt_funTitle: The House
Fandom: original
Character: original
Length: 115
Rating: G
On the cliff ahead of them, a house stood, not only as drained and sepia as the rest of the scene, but with windows gone, leaving vacant gaps in the walls, with its roof so torn up that she could see the joists beneath. Plus, paint was peeling. It was a bit of surprise that the sand, only dotted with stands of grass, had not drifted over the back steps.
Perhaps the wind favored this side.
But once they rode about, she winced. No sand drifts, still the same dilapidated house, but some wag had carved the cliff into the shape of two enormous hands, holding it up, ready to drop it on the moment.
Fandom: original
Character: original
Length: 115
Rating: G
On the cliff ahead of them, a house stood, not only as drained and sepia as the rest of the scene, but with windows gone, leaving vacant gaps in the walls, with its roof so torn up that she could see the joists beneath. Plus, paint was peeling. It was a bit of surprise that the sand, only dotted with stands of grass, had not drifted over the back steps.
Perhaps the wind favored this side.
But once they rode about, she winced. No sand drifts, still the same dilapidated house, but some wag had carved the cliff into the shape of two enormous hands, holding it up, ready to drop it on the moment.
