Monday, March 2, 2009

way back when a sin

In the house on the hill the memories never die. They live on like rain drops falling from the sky. From one generation to the next stories follow as their intensity always seems to increase. He or she who tells the stories about that house must make it entertaining enough to keep the listener occupied mentally while at the same time earning credibility points for the very stories they tell. What was once an accident 3 generations later has turned into murder. Now, when people drive by that house on the hill they think of the stories which are completely separate from the truth. They may add to it in time if the moment and the audience presents itself; thereby sustaining and building upon an already run out and fictitious story. These are human things and they are as real as the truth itself. As a matter of fact, if the truth be known about what happened in that house, people would find disappointment and they don't ever want to be disappointed. Especially if the truth is far less interesting than the stories they hear about that house and what occured there way back when.

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