Poems and Storys

A Key to a Door.

      I shakingly stare at the door ahead of me, the key I had chose in my hand. After years of working up the courage I had finally decided to open my door. The purple and red swirled key shimmered in my hand, almost humming with excitement. I take a step forward, inserting the key into the doors lock. Turning the handle, I took a breathe, everything I wanted would be on the other side of the door. I pulled the door open, or it would be more persay tried to open the door as it didn't budge. Staring in disbelief I tried again to open the door before panic started to settle in my stomach. The door shouldn't be too hard to open, it was a simple white wood door used in houses. I stare, the door should open regardless of the key I picked. Although was it the intent being focused into the key that opened the door? I pulled the key out of the door examining it thinking back to when I picked out the key.

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      My mother stood behind me as I stared at the beautiful old key sitting on the table. This was the one I wanted, it was pretty.
"Finny look" my mother called, grabbing the key i had been looking at before i walked over to her.
"Yes mum"
"Look at this beautiful key I found, this is the one we'll be taking"
"Ah mom I ac-"
"No no, this one is the one, i feel it, I'm so happy you finally have decided to open your door"
"Yes mum, the key is fine"

      I reached into my back pocket, pulling out the old wooden key. I stared at it, I had slipped it away from the table before heading down the hallway. Whilst staring at the lock I slipped the key in. Turning the door knob I pushed the door, this time opening it. The light was blinding, blinking back the brightness of the room it appeared to be white. The room adorned like a kings palace, instead of a throne at the end of a room sat a chest. Staring at it, I already knew what was inside