Hey guys! This is my new story .. i really hope you like it, and please comment so i would know if i should continued on writing it or stop.
if you have any comments, you can comment here or on my twitter or ask
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Once apon a time, there was a man and his wife. They were simply mad for each other, so in love that the rest of the world didnt matter to them. They were irrelevant to the rest of the married couples in their time, they married out of love and passion for one another.
People of course gave them a hard time, criticizing them and disrespecting them. But like any other couple who were in love, they simply didnt care.
After their marriage, they were avoided my everyone, people thought they were a factor of humiliation and a disgrace to their society, but secretly, they were all jealous.
The man wanted nothing but comfort for his wife and future family, they were young, early twenties. So, like any other loving husband he got a decent job and started building the home his and his wife will be living in.
He built it from scratch.
The man and his wife lived there for approximately 45 years, just the two of them, sadly no children nor grand children, just the two of them living in cloud 9.
The wife busied herself with her garden.
It had all the flowers any one would ever think of; roses, orchids, lilies, peonies, tulips and much more. She would decorate her garden according to an occasion or month, changing them around, sometimes according to size, color, shape, anything.
They were known for their house, how the man built it so beautifully from his own two hands, they were known for their breathtaking garden that would make your heart skip a beat, and most importantly their love.
Soon after, the wife was diagnosed with a rare type of lung disease and tragically died, the man's heart didnt bare the loss of her and everything that reminded him of her. So he took his things and moved away, and he never came back.
The house had about 6 families move in, but after a couple of months, they would move out.
Not one family stayed more than 5 months in that house and nobody new why.
Rumors pervaded the country saying the house was haunted, but i knew for a fact in wasn't, in fact the house was a breath of fresh air, it was beautiful, but maybe everytime the family knew the story behind the house, they would move out, out of fear maybe or they just felt bad ...
And how did i know all this you may ask? Because i live right next door.
The whole story took place before i was born, i just caught the part of the different families that would move in and move out. Every other month its the same routine, i would come back from school and see knew faces entering the house with their bags and boxes. After that, i would enter my house, take the cookies or any sweat my mom would buy or bake and take it over to the "new" family that moved in.
In was kind of annoying how quickly they moved out, i started counting the families and predicting how long they would stay, sometimes my predictions were right, sometimes they were wrong. I just wish someone would see the real beauty of that house and stay, give it some kind of life to it.
But no one has, and sadly no one will.
if you have any comments, you can comment here or on my twitter or ask
>> @epipahnyblogger
>> ask.fm/epiphany88
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Once apon a time, there was a man and his wife. They were simply mad for each other, so in love that the rest of the world didnt matter to them. They were irrelevant to the rest of the married couples in their time, they married out of love and passion for one another.
People of course gave them a hard time, criticizing them and disrespecting them. But like any other couple who were in love, they simply didnt care.
After their marriage, they were avoided my everyone, people thought they were a factor of humiliation and a disgrace to their society, but secretly, they were all jealous.
The man wanted nothing but comfort for his wife and future family, they were young, early twenties. So, like any other loving husband he got a decent job and started building the home his and his wife will be living in.
He built it from scratch.
The man and his wife lived there for approximately 45 years, just the two of them, sadly no children nor grand children, just the two of them living in cloud 9.
The wife busied herself with her garden.
It had all the flowers any one would ever think of; roses, orchids, lilies, peonies, tulips and much more. She would decorate her garden according to an occasion or month, changing them around, sometimes according to size, color, shape, anything.
They were known for their house, how the man built it so beautifully from his own two hands, they were known for their breathtaking garden that would make your heart skip a beat, and most importantly their love.
Soon after, the wife was diagnosed with a rare type of lung disease and tragically died, the man's heart didnt bare the loss of her and everything that reminded him of her. So he took his things and moved away, and he never came back.
The house had about 6 families move in, but after a couple of months, they would move out.
Not one family stayed more than 5 months in that house and nobody new why.
Rumors pervaded the country saying the house was haunted, but i knew for a fact in wasn't, in fact the house was a breath of fresh air, it was beautiful, but maybe everytime the family knew the story behind the house, they would move out, out of fear maybe or they just felt bad ...
And how did i know all this you may ask? Because i live right next door.
The whole story took place before i was born, i just caught the part of the different families that would move in and move out. Every other month its the same routine, i would come back from school and see knew faces entering the house with their bags and boxes. After that, i would enter my house, take the cookies or any sweat my mom would buy or bake and take it over to the "new" family that moved in.
In was kind of annoying how quickly they moved out, i started counting the families and predicting how long they would stay, sometimes my predictions were right, sometimes they were wrong. I just wish someone would see the real beauty of that house and stay, give it some kind of life to it.
But no one has, and sadly no one will.
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