1. Cellar Door
I could still picture the grayish abode with its black shutters, wood warped from rain and paint chipped from neglect. ... Setting the pace to Little Nebraska. ... There was a boy sitting at its feet I could feel the lines start to haze. ... As I looked deep into the mirror I saw a boy, the same boy sitting under the tree, then I saw myself. ...
- Word Count: 1155
- Approx Pages: 5
- Grade Level: High School