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Jane walked through her father’s estate. The green grass crunched under her feet as she looked for the gardener. “Excuse me,” she cried, her eyes finally catching sight of him. “Have you seen my brother?”
“No, Miss. Not since Tuesday.”
“Oh. Thanks anyway.” He nodded and Jane continued on her way. ‘Where could he be?’ she wondered hopelessly. It had been only a few hours since she’d seen him last, but she couldn’t help but panic. He was only eight years old – he could get horribly lost out here in this maze!
She was afraid to keep looking, sure that she would find a frozen corpse somewhere, buried in the leaves. The wind was chilly, but that wasn’t the reason the hair on her neck was standing up. As usual, what she expected to find wasn’t what she found. Not at all.
By Kenian Roe URL on 12.31.2011
My estate is an old old home, not worth much to the normal soul. But to me, it is my castle. I can look at it, and see it as it’s former self, and pray that I can put it back to what it once was before I leave this earth.
By Mary Lou Wynegar on 12.31.2011
home is where the heart is
theres no place like home
Money, money, money
By Chelsea on 12.31.2011
I’m a real estate agent for life. It’s more than selling property–it’s selling a lifetime, selling memories, selling potential, selling people’s dreams, selling families, selling idealism. You wanna give someone what they never gonna get and make ’em believe in the end that it’s all worth it. I’m also running short on friends for the same reasons.
By Sierra URL on 12.31.2011
so i was told once about a guy who put an add in the paper selling some useless amount of property, a matter of a few feet or something. just for the heck of it. and, apparently, he actually got a call from someone interested in buying. of course, i was all “what could anyone do with that?!” well, it was a long time ago. unfortunately, i dont think the guy telling me had that answer. definitely would’ve been worth the whole prank, though.
By unbornsymphony URL on 12.31.2011
The estate was dark and creepy. The four children slowly snuck inside the main gate and kept their eyes on the front of the mansion. They would look down and up and down and up. They never found their lost soccer ball. They only saw the front door slowly open up and they panicked and ran away as fast as their legs could move.
By j.renee on 12.31.2011
Why do we walk away from the people we love? Especially when there will probably be no one else who will love you back more than they ever did? My heart aches and I have only myself to blame. I was caught up in other people’s thoughts and concerns that I never saw the big picture. I only saw the petty little things that could easily have been dealt with if only I had been thinking with my own head. It amazes me how ‘friends’ will influence every decision you make and then disappear so quickly after. I am left alone to sulk in my own misery and my broken heart is shattered into so many pieces I cannot mend them with glue. Sadly, when I tried, I found most of them were missing. I assume they remain in his heart. I shut the door so many times, I guess I never realized he was always on the same side of the door……….
By Kari URL on 12.31.2011
Just got confused with the word state. So estate reminds me off Real Estate wish now that I think about it I’m not sure I know it is written that way so… I got nothing.
By Isabel on 12.31.2011
The dark building stood at the end of the drive. Adelaide stepped down the path, her heels slipping in the gravel. Memories surfaced into her mind, coming up from her past.
By Jules URL on 12.31.2011
I climbed up those stone steps. I stepped into that wonderful, yet old, estate. I sat in the dusty chair.
With a deep breathe I closed my eyes and let everything run away from me. All my fears, worries, and pain. With that breathe, I was free.
Opening me eyes, I saw wonders.
By Emily Woods on 12.31.2011
she managed her estate, down to the last detail, leaving nothing to chance. she didn’t want them to worry about anything when the time came, not that they were even aware of the fact that the end was near. her end would be shock enough for them all.
By karmachik URL on 12.31.2011
All that I’ve owned has been lost. To the wind, to the trees, to another land away from me. In this state of panic an honest diatribe springs forth. We looked at one another, first in anger, but settling calmly in joy. We slipped off our sleeves and were lost to the sound.
By A. Yayo on 12.31.2011
Leaving the estate sale, i saw the tear roll down her face. In her hand was the photograph of her grandmother on her wedding day.
By Gregori Starrett on 12.31.2011
Journalism is the fourth estate
What’s gonna be the fifth?
The court of public opinion I guess
All around the world people can comment and finally make their voices heard
Let us continue to represent them and each other in the New Year
By Paula URL on 12.31.2011
The large looming shadow twisted its shape along with the shifting sun around the estate, every second, every minute it waited for its owner to return. Yet the more it waited, the more it became a home for vines and ivy, the leafy grip of decay.
By Mary URL on 12.31.2011
The estate had become very old. The siding was peeling and the roof was caving in. All the doors were busted in. And yet, she found some beauty in the crumbling place. She immediately bought it and for one day straight she stared at it. She had an idea for place and she would make it new once again.
By Rebecca URL on 12.31.2011
There were rolling hills and blooming flower filled gardens as I walked through the yard and happened upon a gorgeous old estate. The building itself had deep green ivy moving up across the outside of the house.
By ray ray on 12.31.2011
owning estate means the estate owns you. but it would be great to have estate if you feel at home with it. so estate can be both home and the enemy of freedom. sometimes it can help you be free, though.
By kaorita on 12.31.2011
By Fabric Spell in Ushe URL on 12.31.2011
The bubble of real estate has broken. It is something for sure. Greedy paid the price.
By Ashley URL on 12.31.2011
I think of rich people. Of acres and acres of green, luscious grass, with rolling hills. A huge, white mansion, maybe with a ranch in the back. For the horses and whatnot. I picture the owner as a pleasantly overweight Southern man, with an intense mustache and a cowboy hat. And I just tricked the site into giving me more time, on accident. Basically, when I think of estates, I either think of rich Southern families or even richer English families. I would love to randomly inherit an estate in London. It’s my dream place to live. Dad thinks I’m nuts.
By J on 12.31.2011
Down in Georgia there was an estate. it was lavish, with white paneling, but on the inside there was oriental wallpaper and gold trimmings. everything was perfect for gerotge Smithers, he could sip the cool ice tea on his porch while he’d watch the boats go by on the river. it was a cool morning, and not a single cloud in the sky.
By Bianka on 12.31.2011
I wrote this for you, the voices told me to despite my best efforts. It may not seem like much but you came to mind like the day we scraped our knees on our escapades about the yard, and mother had to kiss them and father just scolded. It’s the way you made it real.
By aldila on 12.31.2011
the estate of the
ways we wind
mind the wind of it all.
we breeze by
in unrooted rites
by right of one’s will
we will live as fit we seem.
By Phil on 12.31.2011
The newspaper has always been the 4th estate to society, acting as a watchdog against crime and porn stars.
By shashank on 12.31.2011
A rundown estate with the
bitterness of souls.
With each one snapping at you
the moment you pass through the door.
You can feel their eyes
and sense their scan
But you know its alright,
you’ll walk out as a “man”.
By justin URL on 12.31.2011
It was huge, or endless, rather. But more in the sense that you could walk in one direction forever (run, too!) and never get anywhere. It was empty like that, it was nothing but a joke estate. You could see forever but there was nothing to see, you could walk forever but there was no-where to go because everywhere was the same as everywhere else, so why bother walking at all?
By Luke on 01.01.2012
The grand estate loomed on the hillside, and she stared upward at the concrete with disdain. He thought she looked stunning- even more so than the house
By Jennifer on 01.01.2012
Estate sales for green boxes of sludge. Elbows knowledgeable of dead flowers are extremely flammable. Toast on a bucket of flambroles is a strange thing to say. Now estate sales are a nice place to go on the weekend if you have nothing better to do and like to buy the old underwear of dead aristocrats. Enjoy yourself.
By richpee URL on 01.01.2012
Ah, estate….I wish I had one, who doesn’t. They are a symbol of status, wealth, authority and some might say happpiness. The estate, one can say is the unatainable version of the great suburban home for most of us, that would have been suburbia, to those of the 17th century.
By A.S on 01.01.2012
My grandmother’s estate was a grand old place. Lush grounds, lots of antiques. Of course, inheritance was an ongoing and difficult issue to deal with. Especially with so many cut-throat relatives all aching for the woman to die so they could get their greedy hands on her money. They could never manage to do so, however, and with good reason.
You see, my grandmother was no ordinary person. A Nobel laureate, philosopher, photographer and geneticist, she was both inspiring and learned.
By Pierre on 01.01.2012
Crystal. Blue. Persuasion.
By Kella. URL on 01.01.2012
The old home place where my heart belongs. where i return again and again and will die .It is the place where memories abound and laughter rings out.
By Sheila URL on 01.01.2012
if you live in an estate, then you want people to think you have a perfect life, people who live in estates have no privacy from each other.. they are always going to have to act nice to their neighbours, as they will always see them, and have no private time to themselves.
By Ailsa Williamson on 01.01.2012
The hills centered about a grand house, filled with secret histories, present scandals, and the unknown future. The grass was an vivid green and the flowers bloomed as if it were paradise. A wild forest surrounded the estate, which was filled with pleasing animals, that was no more dangerous then a fox. But the family. Oh the family. Generations of mystery filled the halls of the manor. Curiosity was written in the books that were taught schools and no student, then and now, has ever solved the riddle that was surrounding that extraordinary family and the secrets that were kept within the walls of that house.
By curiousdee URL on 01.01.2012
estate? ok. so… land.. land. land. the word really is un
By christina on 01.01.2012
The woman at the estate sail looked very un-mournful as she enthusiastically slapped the old books into a box and handed them to me. “I’ll be glad to be rid of those dusty old things.” I was just glad I was taking them-I would take care of them.
By k on 01.01.2012
Zuerst fällt mir zum Word Anwesen so etwas ein, wie ein reicher Adeliger. Der hat dann eine große Villa, mit einem riesigen, prunkvollen Garten und alles ist total übertrieben und luxeriös. Es ist eigentlich unnötig, so ein großes Grundstück zu besitzen.
By tschakky URL on 01.01.2012
After all the New Year’s partying and drinking, I passed out and woke up in estate. Somewhere north of Romford.
By Gordsthoughts URL on 01.01.2012
I’ve been wondering about estate sales. Those that might happen for my family in the future. How to do that… So much stuff… how to whittle down belongings, little by little, in an “ok” manner, so that someday (someday far away most likely) when everything must be sold, the amount is manageable.
Looking around, even now, I see things I would want to have stay in the family, but I know I couldn’t keep them. Not enough room.
I hope nobody around me realizes I’m looking at their homes and belongings in this way. But I am. Sort of. Because I think I might be the one who has to manage it all when the time comes.
By Noisy Quiet URL on 01.01.2012
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