She had the perfect life, childhood, family - on paper. She grew up in a Victorian-style house with many structural inlets and open windows. Every week, she went to church with her family, she drove a nice suburban, and she even dated the perfect boy-next-door. She joined her parents and brother for neighborhood block parties and had impeccable grades which lined her up for a college across the country. It was a perfectly structured life - on the outside.
Inside, however, there was a storm that constantly brewed over the exposed beams and snaked throughout each room. The lack of physical cracks and creaks were replaced with sudden and menacing footsteps and knocks; even when they weren’t for her, she worried that somehow her secret had come out - literally. The windows that seemed so welcoming from the outside were shuttered over to hide the un-abiding tempest within. The church trips and neighborhood parties were obligatory events that just became a routine hell. Her dream college was but a dream, with her parents determined to keep her close by. Her boyfriend was a front - for both of them - as he was in love with a Romeo, and she wanted a Juliet. To read more of Imperfect House, click here.
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Mallory Watley
4/14/2021 06:44:14 am
Oh my goodness, I love your writing. You have such a talent, you write eloquently. Like, I'm in AWE, I love it so much!
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