Descriptive Essay - Original Writing

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The House The gate swung wide open. I forcefully pushed it with a branch I found lying in a pile of leaves. It was that time of the year again, autumn leaves fell from all that was left of the bare trees, naked as it’s last shield of warmth made it’s home to the ground, soon to be scattered away as giant beings forced them out of their yards. The breeze hits me hard, I grasp my thin cardigan with all my might. I guess I should’ve listened to my mom when she said to wear a coat. It’s the middle of October, how cold can it get? I was wrong. I was careful not to touch the rust from under the paint peeling off, I took my cardigan as a tissue and allowed myself in, ignoring the “No Trespassing” sign that was practically screaming my name. Mom said I shouldn’t ever come back. But then again, mom doesn’t have to know. I looked for a light, a noise, anything to tell me he was here. It’s been this way for quite some time now, ever since mother decided it was best to move into a new house, too many bad memories from our old house, she said. But I still come back every day. To me, this was home.
It’s been awhile since I’ve seen him. He’s here, I just know it. I can feel him. Sometimes I feel his hand reaching mines, assuring me he’ll come back. I come here a lot. Sometimes I just to sit along the broken gravel of the road. And other times to watch the sunset come down until it’s time to go home. Maybe tomorrow I say to myself, as if I don’t already say this enough. I’m not…

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