I have decided to start posting up some of the little blurbs we write in our writing course. Here's one we did today to get the creative juices flowing. It didn't really work, but this is it in its rough, unaltered form.
I am making a house where the slap of feet echoes off the high ceiling onto the deceptively soft tile. I am making a house where the spicy burn-your-nose scent of pine gives way to the fresh, cool, moist air, sounding of crickets chirruping. I am building a house where the magic refrigerator drones like a bee. Industry...in whiffs of chocolate and red sugar.
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