MEET KAYLA, SHE'S OUR OLDEST GRANDDAUGHTER AND A VERY PRECIOUS, LOVING, SWEET, CREATIVE AND SMART LADY. HARD TO BELIEVE SHE'LL BE 18 HER BIRTHDAY. BOY WHERE DOES TIME GO? THANKS SWEETIE FOR YOUR AWESOME STORY.. I'VE REALLY ENJOYED THEM.. IF YOU ALL LIKED WRITING THEM, LET'S PICK ANOTHER PICTURE AND GET STARTED, WE THOUGHT IT WAS RATHER FUN! HOPE YOU AND ANNA DID AS WELL.. AGAIN, THANKS.. AND THE THING WITH YOUR AND ANNA'S STORIES, THEY LEFT US "WANTING MORE"... LOVE YOU GIRLS!
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AN OLD HOUSE, WITH NO REASON TO BE FANCIFUL
by Kayla Kimberlin June 2012
It is on one of your walks that you first see it. An old house, if house it could be called still, looking as if it had been thrown down beside the road. It was in shambles and the thought briefly crosses your mind that perhaps a giant had stepped on it, but you quickly thrust it away. There is no reason to be fanciful. The house interests you but it is growing dark. You do not trust the combination of an abandoned house, the night, and your imagination. You head home.
The second time you see the house is on the very next day. It is full daylight now and you are to determined to explore it. Gathering your courage you began to walk through the bushes toward your goal. It is even more dilapidated-looking up close, and you wonder why it had even been allowed to remain here. Carefully you step on it but the board creaks underneath you and you quickly withdraw. You are disappointed that you cannot enter the house, still you suppose there really wouldn’t be anything left in it by this time, and decide to circle around it instead.
Halfway around a branch catches you. Desperately you try to right yourself but it is too late. With a cry you fall to the ground. You lie there for a moment, but then realize that you aren’t hurt, and slowly open your eyes. All you see at first is dirt, grass, and leaves, but then you notice something that doesn’t belong there. Sitting up you reach out and pull it from where it is half buried in the earth. It’s a locket. Once you rub at it you discover it's made of gold. You gently feel the chain, brushing away the remainder of the dirt that clung to it, then you look to the golden heart that hangs from it. There is a date that is inscribed on it. Unbelievingly you look closer. What you saw the first time was right, and you shake your head slightly. That means that the locket must at least be as old as the house. Your curiosity overpowers you and you open the locket.
It opens surprisingly easily and two black and white photographs stare back at you. You gasp, your eyes widening, and your trembling hands nearly drop the locket. It isn’t possible…
Your gaze flickers to the house and a chill comes over you. You scramble to your feet, and your hand clenches on the locket. Turning you flee. 
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more! more! more! we NEED to know more!!! GREAT JOB KAYLA!
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I GUESS TOMORROW WE ARE BACK TO MY OTHER STORY CALLED "THE HERITAGE HOUSE" and it's the last one as of right now.. maybe soon we will find another subject, we will let you know! LOL Anyway, I hope you have enjoyed these stories.. we enjoyed creating them...
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WE WENT TODAY AND GOT LITTLE "FATHERS DAY GIFTS" FOR NORMAN AND CHRIS AND I LET THE KIDS PICK OUT A "UNCLE" SHIRT FOR JEFF... JUST A REMINDER, SUNDAY IS FATHERS DAY!
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PRAYING FOR YOU AND YOURS TONIGHT AND EVERY NIGHT! "GOD BLESS EACH OF YOU AND WRAP HIS LOVING ARMS AROUND YOU AND YOUR FAMILIES"
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