Nothing Has Changed
A man who had left his home town long ago finally felt a tug on his heart strings. He was homesick. So one day, on a whim, he drove back to the little town he once knew. But it was no longer the same town. Sure, it still occupied the same little dot on a mao, but that dot wasn't as little as it used to be.
The dot had expanded. The once stop-sign-only little town now had 3 stop lights and 2 Starbucks (whatever that was) in its boundaries. The neighborhoods had gained some new structures, the school had another building (a gym apparently - but why they made kids exercise inside when it was perfectly fine outside was beyond him), and there was something obnoxiously bright in the center of town called a Theatre. Apparently they played motion pictures there.
His house had also changed. The huge oak in the front yard was gone. The shutters were blue instead of green. A porch had been added though. That was a nice touch. He wished it had been there when he lived in the house.
He continued wandering around, going to places out of habit. First he went to his old bar, but that was closed for construction. Some new deli was taking its place - Subwalk, or something like that. The old antique shop was gone. Clothes had replaced the rows of treasures and ancient relics that used to fill the store. He felt like an old relic himself, except now he didn't fit in.
The library was his last stop. Oh, how he used to spend hours among those shelves, breathing in the scent of yellowed knowledge. He had been afraid to come at first; the rest of the town had changed, so why wouldn't the library be any different?
And he was right. The library had changed. The brick building looked old and decrepit next to the steel and glass structures of midtown. The sign was falling apart, the stairs were old and worn in places, and the doors looked like they could crumble to dust at any second. But he ventured in anyway, familiarizing himself with something he used to know so well.
At least the books were in the same spot.
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Okay, so I didn't incorporate the exact phrase of the prompt ("nothing has changed") into my response but i meant to. I was going to have the end say something like "Nothing has changed. Everything has changed." but it didn't turn out like that, so nyah to planning ahead. haha.
Anyways! This is another response to a prompt for my paper journal! Woohoo paper journal! I'm finally writing in you again!
But of course, what i won't tell you is that I'm avoiding my english homework for this XD
The dot had expanded. The once stop-sign-only little town now had 3 stop lights and 2 Starbucks (whatever that was) in its boundaries. The neighborhoods had gained some new structures, the school had another building (a gym apparently - but why they made kids exercise inside when it was perfectly fine outside was beyond him), and there was something obnoxiously bright in the center of town called a Theatre. Apparently they played motion pictures there.
His house had also changed. The huge oak in the front yard was gone. The shutters were blue instead of green. A porch had been added though. That was a nice touch. He wished it had been there when he lived in the house.
He continued wandering around, going to places out of habit. First he went to his old bar, but that was closed for construction. Some new deli was taking its place - Subwalk, or something like that. The old antique shop was gone. Clothes had replaced the rows of treasures and ancient relics that used to fill the store. He felt like an old relic himself, except now he didn't fit in.
The library was his last stop. Oh, how he used to spend hours among those shelves, breathing in the scent of yellowed knowledge. He had been afraid to come at first; the rest of the town had changed, so why wouldn't the library be any different?
And he was right. The library had changed. The brick building looked old and decrepit next to the steel and glass structures of midtown. The sign was falling apart, the stairs were old and worn in places, and the doors looked like they could crumble to dust at any second. But he ventured in anyway, familiarizing himself with something he used to know so well.
At least the books were in the same spot.
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Okay, so I didn't incorporate the exact phrase of the prompt ("nothing has changed") into my response but i meant to. I was going to have the end say something like "Nothing has changed. Everything has changed." but it didn't turn out like that, so nyah to planning ahead. haha.
Anyways! This is another response to a prompt for my paper journal! Woohoo paper journal! I'm finally writing in you again!
But of course, what i won't tell you is that I'm avoiding my english homework for this XD