by Doug McIntire
He was once an upright man living in an upright house, both standing tall and proud in the promise of their youth. But time passed, and as it did, they stood against the assaults upon them, each in their own way. The house endured the battering of rain and the whipping of wind, each drop and gust sapping its strength and fortitude, ever so slightly. And for the man, it was much the same, suffering under the constant pressure to earn more. And with each promotion he was forced to redefine his character, wearing away at his morals and integrity. Until finally there was nothing left but a crooked man living in a crooked house.
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The Crooked House
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6 comments:
good take on the old phrase
loved the summing up in that last line.
very impressive 6
Jeanette Cheezum
Great little story in 6. I learned this fairytale when I was around five. :)
Wow! I had honestly forgotten about "The Crooked Man" poem. But when I read it, it was familar to me. It must have been lurking back there somewhere when I wrote these six.
The inspiration came from a photograph of a crooked house that I was using for an exercise.
Thanks for reminding me of the poem.
~Doug
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