An Old House

A piece of English homework. Not my best piece. It was a little rushed.

Submerged in the alluring forest, an ageing house made of thick, heavy stone sat in waiting. Left to its own devices for many years, it longed for a new master to tend and care for it. Far away from the tedious uproar of men, the diminutive house had been forgotten about.

The magnificent trees surrounding the house seemed to keep a protective eye on it as they towered over its small frame.  The top of it’s head covered in blonde, messy hair, patchy in some places. Through the wide, smashed windows, tiny snake like veins slithered out. As if time had frozen during  their departure.

The entrance door showed battle scars from it’s constant war with Mother Nature.  Like a jigsaw puzzle put together but missing a few pieces, it lay ajar and slightly unhinged on its frame. Coloured a dulled red as it mixed with dirt and mud.