Prompt: Story from a house’s point of view
Tell this story with the house as the narrator.
“ This is old and ugly who would want to move in here ”, people would tease. I didn’t really care. They were right anyways I would always say. They would always throw rubbish at me, I really couldn’t pick them up because I umm…. I have no hands.
I always see the “ For Sale ” sign in front of me, but nobody really wanted to be in a old house like me. I felt so empty and cold. I just wanted to be torn apart. The next day I saw people coming with bulldozers and more huge vehicles.
The next thing I saw was the Demolition coming towards me and that was the end of me.