Comments on: The Gingerbread House

By: Natane

Natane — Mon, 22 Jun 2009 16:38:17 +0000

I want to go to a Gingerbread house, own this history is beautiful.

By: Margaret Lozano

Margaret Lozano — Sat, 20 Jun 2009 15:19:40 +0000

What lovely writing, Skye. Great descriptions!

By: Sora-Smiles

Sora-Smiles — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 15:16:18 +0000

Beautiful… :’3

I remembered an old house in my childhood…
The people that lived there were going to move, and they were having a sale all over the house…
I fell in love with that house, it was red and made of wood… It was so big (or maybe I was so little..) It was full of toys too..
Maybe that’s what I loved the most… :]

By: Steph

Steph — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 10:47:15 +0000

I often think about houses this way, as if they are giant dollhouses… I wonder what my life would be like if I lived in them, and what would be in all of the rooms. I love seeing a little peek of people’s lives through their front windows sometimes too. ^^

By: Catharina

Catharina — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 11:42:20 +0000

You write so beautifully..

By: Skylark

Skylark — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 00:19:24 +0000

Stairs a lovely, especially spiraling ones. I prefer old architecture, it makes me sad seeing all the glass and steel giants they are putting up in my city now.

By: Azu

Azu — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 00:07:47 +0000

That was truly beautiful to read. :)
I think we’ve all fallen in love with a house, garden, pond, or something like that.
When I visited an old postal office in my city’s historical center I fell in love with it’s architecture, and most of all it’s stairs. <3

By: Skylark

Skylark — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 00:07:28 +0000

I have not read it, but I will try and find it if you think I’d like it.

By: Skylark

Skylark — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 00:06:43 +0000

Thank you, thank you <3 I think my writing style still needs a lot of work, but that’s why I’m practising.

The most beautiful things have at least a grain of sadness in them, I think.

By: Becky

Becky — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 21:21:27 +0000

This was really sweet, it totally reminds me of a short novel by Julie Andrews (pen name Julie Edwards) named Mandy. Have you read it? It’s one of my favorites.

It’s strange the way empty houses are simultaneously sad and lonely and full of possibility and charm.