STORY STARTER

Write a story about the inhabitants of a house over the years.

Perhaps there is a family that passes the property down the generations – perhaps it is swapped between strangers. What are the stories that arise from these interconnected lives?

The Family That Lived For 183 Years At The Dying Town In Nowhere

It was a forest for millennia

And then Tribes came and stayed for centuries,

Natives that cracked the stones

At the creeks bank

To make war paints and dye from their powders.


Colonists came and the Tribes became cities.

For a century homes were made from timber

And fields spanned for miles.

Land given and edges marked with sandstones,

Passed through generations.


Roads were paved and the town grew.

Six thousand lived here for eighty three years.

Farms shrunk and timber lands grew,

Large chicken houses and fields of cattle

And huge trucks moved trees twice their size.


Now the timber was still an industry for the town,

Chickens and cattle too.

A huge factory built machines in the town,

And the lake was a get-away

But Main Street was crumbling.


We had our chances to thrive

But greed held the town back.

Youth left, in pursuit of better things,

Knowing we had nothing to offer

Except our famous machinery.


I still live here

On land that was owned since...

I’ve forgotten the rough estimate.

The town has not crept out to us yet

And the creek bed a has dried.


If you look around though

At the banks you may find the red stones,

With their colorful dyes, and arrowheads,

The sandstone, that marked the edge of our home

And the forgotten trinkets of my family’s past.


This is my land; what is not my land is my family’s.

I still have the stones of the Natives.

I still have the homes of the Colonists.

I still have the wagon the farmers used before me.

I have chickens to tend and machines to be fixed.


Our family is sunken in this town

We were simple farmers, though no longer.

We were here when the town was founded

And it is our fate to be here when the town lies abandoned.

Comments 7

Wow, you sound so much more poised in this piece. I’m always learning something new about your voice! This feels like it should be on audible or something, read by a wise sort that fancies their beverages flat and their dialogue sparkling 😌 This is great!

Thank you so much! It means a lot to hear you say that! And I’m a flat beverage and sparkling dialogue person!😂 I’m a sucker for lyrical writers. Some of the best narration I’ve probably ever read is The Queen’s Thief ( I cant think of the writer😭) but the descriptions were just so rich and imaginative! It’s definitely in my top 5 favorite books!

Oooo color me captivated by that title! I’ll be sure to look it up!

I almost quit reading the first chapter because it seemed “too cliche” but I don’t know what I was thinking! It immediately changed by the next page! Check it out and let me know if you start reading it!

Oooo this is good!! I like that it’s not about a simple house, but about a town. And I’m actually doing American History this year, so this was perfect!

Thanks! Yes, this is about my home town! The house where my dad grew up had a dried creekbed behind it with stones and arrowheads from the old Native tribes that were on the land before. The land I live on use to be a huge field, until it was divided up when my dad married and his siblings married (they were all given parcels of the land to build houses on) my great grandparents house is right next door and I still have the wagon they used to move the crops during harvest- I’ve always complained about our town being so boring but when you get to remembering the personal history, it’s not so bad