The House on the Hill

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


An idea that could possibly be expanded upon later.


Have you ever heard of the house on the hill?
I have seen it in passing, witnessed its rise to prominence and its fall from grace. I have heard the voice of past generations echo in its corridors, the collective sigh of humanity trapped within its walls. I have watched the windows weep for missing children and mourn for hopeful mothers, the same windows that opened onto the serpentine road terminating at the front door. Some say that the road bore a curse, for the residents who gazed at it for too long went mad and threw themselves out the window. Their bodies would be found the next day, a funeral held, and then, once the wave of dismay had washed over the estate, Nature itself would lie in wait for another disaster to strike. Yet the house was generous to its residents also, thus making it difficult to predict the arrival of the next sad episode; a suicide could be followed by a wedding, and the house provided its residents with enough space to hold the most lavish gatherings. Wedding tunes would replace the mourners’ sobs, while the mothers still sat by the windows, waiting for their children to return.
Today, the house seems unscathed by time. It has resisted weathering and war, standing its ground while all of its residents walked through death’s revolving door. Yet each brick holds within it a memory, a stubborn echo of the past refusing to let go. That is why the house on the hill remains empty: the silence inside has gotten too heavy to bear. When one takes a walk through its rooms, they can almost hear the stories that the walls yearn to tell. Yet no one knows the language of silence - it is not meant for the human ear. Thus, people stay away from the house on the hill, for to them, it is not just a house but a holy place, an edifice that holds secrets not meant for them to learn.
Meanwhile, the house continues to withstand all tests of time in silence, though it may seem pointless to do so when the windows have nothing to weep for.


Submitted: June 24, 2018

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The sChooL GirL

Well I haven't heard

Mon, June 25th, 2018 8:57am

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