Y_ou are stained. Stained in every memory that I have. You have tainted even my happiest of memories. The places I love to go to I can’t go anymore because I see you. I see your face in every route I go. I can’t get you out of my head. I wonder if you think about me half as much as I do you. You were my home, but I never was yours. I will never understand what you felt for me. Surely you wouldn’t ...

We didn’t always live here. After the first air strike, though, we had no other option. Father said we couldn’t take our chances, that one time was enough of a warning, and he started digging. Digging for years and years, paving for months and tears, asking for help when needed but mostly just doing it all on his own, determined to survive. Luckily, the house was done one day before the second air...

“Closing the rather large hatch you come to flick on a switch against the wall, lights guide the small path ahead and a hum of air conditioning kicks in behind you, the walls are made of metal, and encapsulate you as you arrive at the door.

Yet another blockade, a door more akin to a submarine which is rectangular with a wheel to keep it airtight.

Twisting it open and spinning it till it thuds ...

650 feet below the surface lies a salt mine

Still in use today, though for alternative purposes.

The family that founded it, of course,

Built a place to stay down there, and one of the descendants,

Harold, or Old Geezer, depending on which employee asked,

Lives there still. The "house" has a facade,

An exact replica of the Victorian craftsman

The family had on the surface, blown away

During th...

Every time I walk in here I hear Eddie Murphy’s voice doing the bit about his grandma saying, with an exaggerated drawn out drawl, “Eddie, it’s cold in here…”

I guess that’s one of the points of building a house under ground - natural protection from the heat of the sun.

Of course these days cold is relative. Ever since we hit the 5 degree Celsius point-of-no-turning-back global warming, all of...

The only way down to the house was through a safe. The turn handle was rusty and it would groan as you turned it and the mechanism wouldn’t open until you gave it a hearty thump. The decent down was dark and dreary and you would sometimes hear the distant scatter of rat feet on metal as you entered the house.

The house itself was surprisingly well-lit with high overhead lights. One could say it ...

John’s boss facing financial issues, and the authorities are investigating whether john took the money home, or where he hid the money, because when they did a search of his home there was nothing to find there, all because john has another house which is underground the normal house...

!TW! Implied miscarriage, kidnapping

Eloise looked at the children surrounding her in the house with no sun. It was a pretty home with wood floors and blue walls, the floors were cold and and the ceiling would dip down eventually but for now they were safe. These children were to be raised here and would not leave. They would never miss the light, how could they miss something they couldn’t re...

The oldest home was our only home;etched eked out of the soil and creatures, minerals rocks ….

My ADHD thought patterns and stamina showing...

A peculiar house sat off the main road, completely covered by topsoil, but above the cool weathered rock. Dandelions sprouted from the roof like hairs on a young child’s head. The robin egg blue painted door, visible only by the arch of the landscape emanated a sense of wonderment to all that drove by....