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The Summer Serenity Wish House

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Everyday I take the bus to school. It's not my favorite mode of transportation. It is tedious and uncomfortable. The bus makes frequent stops that jerk me away from whatever idle thoughts I'm having. But everyday, as the high-rise buildings flash by in bouts of light and shadow, the bus zips by a tiny little house.

It doesn't belong there. The house is in the bungalow style; all spread out and lazy. It is quaint, a gable style roof and all covered in ivy. But the thing that made me notice it is a little patch where the ivy has been cleared away and the cracked stucco underneath is showing. In this little patch, in a fanciful blue script, these words have been clearly transcribed: The Summer Serenity Wish House.

The First time I saw it I was positive I was mistaken. The second time confirmed it. Here in the middle of this wretched, smoggy city, there was this tiny bungalow so aptly named The Summer Serenity Wish House.

And so every morning, when I should be studying the things I forgot to study the night before, I wonder about this little house. What is its purpose? Why is it here of all places? Does anybody live there? Ever so cautiously my wonderings turn into pretending. I pretend it is a magic house: gateway to a different world, where wishes become reality. I pretend it is a safe house for the travelers of the galaxy. I pretend it is a haven where pretty girls laugh and braid each other's hair. I imagine there to be cats and dogs, and maybe a unicorn in the back yard. Sometimes I miss my stop.

This was how my mornings went, lost in this reverie, until one day the house wasn't there anymore. There was just an empty lot with a pile of rubble that could have been a wish house once upon a time.  I actually cried, to the astonishment of the confused commuters around me. How could they not see? How could they not realize?

I like to think it has just moved on. That the city was finally getting to be too much so it packed its bags and headed west. The house probably went somewhere with wide-open spaces. Maybe on a mountain, or by the sea. The Summer Serenity Wish House.
Just thoughts :)
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sumgie1's avatar
Hmmm, an intriguing and mysterious tale. And it is interesting how it essentially just says: there was a strange house, now it is gone. I guess the point is that, unlike many stories, this one doesn't have much action and, instead of focusing on people, it focuses on an inanimate object. It sort of has this aura of "Let's escape the every-day". My favourite part was probably the speculations of what could the house could be. :)