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Oct. 9, 2008 There was a house, nestled far back in the sprawling summits, right at the beginnings of the mountains. There were blackbirds, and they could be seen sitting on the branches of the trees now mostly barren, the time being the end of the autumn. There was a dirt and gravel path, and at the end of the path was the old water well. Over the water well was a small circular roof, and there was a little stonewall built around on the ground. A chipmunk appeared there, on the small stonewall, and he was friendly and alert, soon disappearing again in the blink of an eye. The roof of the old house was made of tin, and as the sun shone there was a tremendous glow that blinded the eyes. When it rained it was as if thousands of small bullets were spraying the roof continuously. Behind the house and down the way was a shed, covered in moss, and serving as the last marker before the completely uncivilized mountains. At night different sounds could be heard in the surrounding areas. Sometimes two wild animals would fight, and at other times, though the sounds were curious and constant, a human couldn’t be sure exactly what the sounds were. In the dusk, sometimes, a solitary bat would fly overhead, on its way, black against the calm fading sky. ------------ Email: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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