Weekly Challenges
Deadline
Write a poem, story, or nonfiction piece about the demolition of a building you or others have grown attached to. What memories or people do you associate with the structure – and what does its destruction now symbolize? [Photo by Amelia Van Driesche, YWP]
The memories created in your childhood home, are indescribable and irreplaceable. As the paint of your teal bedroom chips, the lights that are decades old dim, the doors begin to creak, your home has seen every side of you.
I used to think that I was secretly a princess. That I had been snatched away by some cruel force, dropped into the existence of a normal 21st century girl. Every day on my way to school I would pass the abandoned manor on the corner.
The school's rubble lay in front of us. We were close enough to climb around it if it weren't for that damn fence that prevented us. It was one of those wire fences that would surround a school's playfield, and it was covered by a tarp.
Thea
Every morning,
My walk to school
Brings me past
The Flower Building.
Every morning,