Molding a New Flat

For anyone who is interested, I am going to tell you the tale of the 'Moldy Walls'. It is based on a true story that only happened about a week ago. So, without further ado:

'Moldy Walls' by: Caitlin

Once upon a time there was a lovely young lady, who everyone loved. Her name was Caitlin, of course. Now, Caitlin had been hearing stories about people finding black, poisonous mold in their rooms, but Caitlin had been moving her furniture around in her room and never saw any, so she paid the stories no mind. Well, one day at about midnight, when Caitlin was getting ready for bed, her roommate asked her to look at a sploch on her wall, and guess what it was? Correct! It was black, poisonous mold!

Well, Caitlin was worried about her friend sleeping in the room with the mold, so they moved her friend's bed to a mold-free room, emailed the people in charge, and took a picture of the mold as proof. Because of this, and all the other issues with nearby rooms getting mold, the school sent a contractor down to inspect the building and decided that the issue was structural, so the building should be renovated and everyone moved out.

After a long weekend of waiting patiently (because the school was not sure where they had room to move everyone) Caitlin and her friends awaited the news of where they were going to live, and did their best to avoid the murderous mold. Finally they were told they could move to another flat nearby, which they did immediately. It was hard to move everything, but it was worth it.

Once the move was complete, Caitlin and her friend's rejoiced by going out and getting curry and a pint for 5 pounds at a nearby pub instead of cooking dinner. And they all lived happily ever after. The End.

Below I have also attached a short poem I wrote about the same issue, also titled 'Moldy Walls'.

Moldy Walls

Mildew, Moist,             Rotten, Rejoice.

It grows and stretches,
Leaving behind traces of poison.

I can feel it here.                                     The spores in the air,
Are flying about,           Sitting deep in your hair.

There is some on the wall,            Some in carpet,
Some on the ceiling and some in the hall.
I hope it leaves soon,
             This plant world viper.
                         It calls on other bacteria,
Like a third-world piper.

                   It is black and splotchy,
Like a lizard’s new egg.
      I hate this damn stuff,           I think it is toxic.

You can’t hide in here,           There, or over there either.
It knows where you are,   You can’t move any farther.
Good luck to you all,
        I hope we survive.
But honestly, sir,                                        We are deep in it's hive.

              I am leaving,
Forever from here.                        I cannot be asked to stay,
         When the company's grey.
Outside in the air,            I can breath once again.
And pass on the horrors,
Of the mold's long reign.

[End]

Until next time...

Embrace the Odd,
Caitlin

"Never fight an inanimate object." -P. J. O'Rourke