the lonely place: one can never go back

The school once bustling with children now abandoned and destroyed. Walking the halls I smell the distant scent of chalk. Hallways filled with lockers which were once bright red now a rusty pink color. I entered a classroom.

The windows are smashed. The desks are still in line.On the chalkboard I can see the faint traces of a math problem. Probably years old. There seems to be mildew or mold on the ceiling most likely made by water leaking from the roof when it rains. The tiles on the floor are cracked.The walls are adorned with posters of far away places. Places I have never been and never will be. If I listen closely I can hear the children speaking. Learning. There minds filled with questions. Ideas. I can almost imagine myself back in the place. A place which I once loved. Now I can’t even fathem any form of life in here. But what a tragedy befell this place. This school. Left to wither away. Great minds went here. They are long gone. Wonderful creative thoughts. Long since forgotten. Walking to the bookcase I run my fingers along the faded spines of the books. I rememeber reading these. Though the stories are forever lost in my memory. On the darkest of nights I picture myself back in this place. I could never see myself here as it is now. From this adventure to the past, I learned one thing. You can never go back.

8 comments

  1. Cool piece of writing. It reminds me of when i was walking around an old burnt down school once, it didn’t fill me with memories because i didn’t go to that school, it the one thing that always stuck with me was that there was a blackboard there with a piece of paper stuck to it with blue tack, and in a childs writing it said the single word "water", i thought it was really ironic that water was the one thing that could have saved this building and a piece of paper saying water on it was one of the only things to survive.

    Anyway, keep wirting
    Vixodus
    xxx

  2. i think it is sad when you see these buildings that are run down and destroyed. then i tend to wonder about all the things that when on in there and the people who came in and out of it. though this story was inspired by the smell of chalk at school. it’s funny how the smallest most insignificant thing can set off such creativity

  3. I went away from my hometown, Pittsburgh, for a mere two years, I wasn’t sure if it was me that changed or the place. It’s amazing how easy it is for people to forget. Whenever I am away I wish to be home, whenever I am home I wish to be away. When I walk the streets of my hometown, I feel pain, and I know that I can never go back there again. It’s like the place I left 07 July 2000, ceasted to exist. The Pittsburgh I left seems more now like a dream then a memory.

  5. you described this beautifully, i could picture myself walking through it. well done. do you have any more like it?

  6. yeah but for some reason my stories/poems never get posted i had to submit this one at least three times for it to finally get on

  8. Memeories in black i like it, I had my first house burn down as a child and this story really realtes to that feeling of inflamed past’s.

    2 Thumbs up…
    -MCL- -Rob Widit

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