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Past Workshop Prompts / Prompt 1 [Welcome to Jurassic Park]: A Once Cozy Home
« on: 04/19/2022 at 07:36 »
A Once Cozy Home
Spring was quickly fading, and Summer was fast approaching. As the seasons changed, neglect progressively seeped its way homeward, as once a cozy, clean flat has flipped itself upside down. Stacks of boxes, an unmade bed, an assortment of dishes uncleaned and half-eaten meals strewn everywhere. One would assume this place had become abandoned.
In the small, clean flat back in its hay day, a spring cleaning was frequent when two lives had become one—with an addition of a feline companion. Then, times like those were simple—an ideal "happy" life. However, things had changed when one life had split apart into two once more—with a feline friend missing.
Neglect eventually turned into desperation as the lingering plumes of hope brushed their way through his memory. A seemingly ruined home quickly found itself clearing; minute after minute, second after second, He progressed in finding a feline friend that seemed lost. However, calls of hope once more came to pass; with a semi-clean flat, things were starting to clear and make sense.
He cleaned the dishes piling up across the sink and stored them away; he took out the trash, putting in the effort. As he sifted through the boxes came a portrait of a couple dressed for the occasion, the day that he and her became one. Shivering at the thought, he placed the portrait back in the box, stacking it high.
Throughout a filled room of neglect was the slither of hope, the sounds of purring and calls for help between the stacks of boxes. A box tips over, turning progress into nothing; He shudders and pauses as their feline friend forces itself free, pawing at him and then ducking between the mess that was once a cozy, clean flat.
Sounds of rattling and broken glad echoed in the direction the feline friend had fled; on the ground was a portrait. Flipping it over revealed a shattered picture of a couple dressed for the occasion, a reminder that he was left alone as neglect began to seep itself home for the Summer.
Kneeling, the Feline friend returns cautiously tiptoeing over the shattered remains of the past, nuzzling its head against his leg, prompting him to ask his feline friend knowing the answer, “She’s not coming back, is she?”
Spring was quickly fading, and Summer was fast approaching. As the seasons changed, neglect progressively seeped its way homeward, as once a cozy, clean flat has flipped itself upside down. Stacks of boxes, an unmade bed, an assortment of dishes uncleaned and half-eaten meals strewn everywhere. One would assume this place had become abandoned.
In the small, clean flat back in its hay day, a spring cleaning was frequent when two lives had become one—with an addition of a feline companion. Then, times like those were simple—an ideal "happy" life. However, things had changed when one life had split apart into two once more—with a feline friend missing.
Neglect eventually turned into desperation as the lingering plumes of hope brushed their way through his memory. A seemingly ruined home quickly found itself clearing; minute after minute, second after second, He progressed in finding a feline friend that seemed lost. However, calls of hope once more came to pass; with a semi-clean flat, things were starting to clear and make sense.
He cleaned the dishes piling up across the sink and stored them away; he took out the trash, putting in the effort. As he sifted through the boxes came a portrait of a couple dressed for the occasion, the day that he and her became one. Shivering at the thought, he placed the portrait back in the box, stacking it high.
Throughout a filled room of neglect was the slither of hope, the sounds of purring and calls for help between the stacks of boxes. A box tips over, turning progress into nothing; He shudders and pauses as their feline friend forces itself free, pawing at him and then ducking between the mess that was once a cozy, clean flat.
Sounds of rattling and broken glad echoed in the direction the feline friend had fled; on the ground was a portrait. Flipping it over revealed a shattered picture of a couple dressed for the occasion, a reminder that he was left alone as neglect began to seep itself home for the Summer.
Kneeling, the Feline friend returns cautiously tiptoeing over the shattered remains of the past, nuzzling its head against his leg, prompting him to ask his feline friend knowing the answer, “She’s not coming back, is she?”
