We Create Awesome : "VAULT!"
VAULT! It was a dark gloomy day. The sky was dark grey, the sun was covered by the rain carrying clouds. In the middle of nowhere, was a tiny, worn out hut. Who knew how long it could stand? Shingles had fallen of the roof, the plaster was exposed on the walls and the dusty, brown wooden door was almost off its hinges. Inside this house was a ten-year old boy named Parker. He was packing up all his stuff with his mom. They were shifting tonight. To the city. To their old house. The house in which Parker’s father had died. Parker was a young a boy when this incident had taken place. He was playing on the floor with his cloth puppets when he had heard a gun fire. A bullet was nearing his chest, when Joane (Parker’s father) had dived and saved his life. They had immediately moved out and come to their present home, but now they were moving back to that wretched house of h...
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