Did you know dust is almost entirely human skin that is shed daily? Kind of gross. Really gross. Without humans wondering around,cooking,showering,playing,napping,I don’t really need all that much attention. [...]
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With two classrooms there is still a lot of repetition. Year after year the teachers taught the same lessons,gave the same hand writing,arithmetic drills,reading circles. One group would work quietly while another group gave recitals on facts and more facts. [...] The insane and infirm were given their own shelter,shared,I heard,with those who were dying from tuberculosis. It was a grim time. [...] A picture book was found in my walls during a renovation. As the story goes,I am the house that Jack built.
Now,I don’t want to cast doubt but I am not in the country side. My yard would hardly hold a cow but malt,a cat,a dog,sure,I can see [...] The story I have to tell is creepy. Bad. It isn’t too late to leave the room. Come back next Friday and don’t witness the rest of this. I really don’t remember when I came to be. Some houses know from the day of wiring,when the lights come on for the first time that they are houses. Me,I didn’t know. I wasn’t much aware of anything at all till the roots of the big tree out front heaved the sidewalk and invaded a huge pipe coming out of me. [...] One woman expressed it in a way that made me understand. She said,“My man loves me so much he is willing to show me his worst.” I don’t know why I understand it,but I do. To have someone love you so deeply they’d strike you,burn you,lock you up. Well,you had to stick around when it was all over with. Loyalty counts. If he shows that much care,you can’t help but stay,to earn his trust. To thank him. To honor him. [...] I began as some scrap board nailed together with big nails. I was a flimsy platform. The smaller kids got a few bigger kids from the neighborhood to help wedge some two by fours against my underside and the tree. I wasn’t very secure but the kids were having a great time putting me together. [...] He should have picked another kind of bird to study. Maybe crows who lived behind fast food places so they could gather a nonstop supply of fries would have been a good choice. I wonder if someone has studied the rate of heart attacks on city crows? If I could talk,I’d tell the kid to give it a go. Do crows nest in birdhouses? Look at me! A crow can’t fit in here. Never mind. [...] With a name like the Story Mill a place like this deserves preservation and telling. Even novelizing if it should come to that. [...] - I sit here in dingy aloneness. The electricity,water,and heat are off. My windows are blank. Everything left behind after the bust and search are still here. The food has gone over and I sit in a state of depression and I hope or wish they’d just plow me over and put me out of my lonely misery. [...] | |||||
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