Thursday, 21 May 2015

Junk yard house

I was sat in the middle of a huge room that was full of rubbish, it looked like a junk yard. Piled high above me on on four sides were heeps of old car parts, wood and general brick a brac. 

I couldn't see ceiling or the walls, I stood up and started weaving my way out through the junk. I eventually got to a door and when I squeezed through it I found that I had left my living room and entered my kitchen. The junk yard was actually my house.  

 
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