Compilation

What's This? (Story 1)

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Prompt: One day, you notice there's a new key on your keychain.
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"OH GOD" I said, as I glimpsed at the clock.

"Where the hell are my keys?! I'm so late!".

Frantically, I rushed about my living room. Throwing cushions and loose clothing that I just didn't have the time to put away everywhere.

"Damn it"

My jaw clentched in frustration and out of impatience, I kicked my nearby open suitcase.

*clink*

I paused, looking for the source of the odd sound.

'What was that?'

I grabbed the case and flipped the lid over again.

*clink*

"There it is again..." I murmured.

Grabbing it. I reopened it. Removing the clothing and reaching inside.

"Really?!" I scowled. The keys had somehow ended up jammed into the metal bars that hold the retracting handle inside of the case.

Gripping the ring, I yanked.
"Tch. Damn it. That's what I get for rushing. And I know for a fact I don't have any bandaids..."

Again, I looked at the clock.
'It's too late now' I thought, visibly sulking.

'There is no way I'd make it to the bank before they closed.'

*sigh*

Dissappointed, I leaned against the side of the couch. Still holding on to my now bloodied (and sticky) keys.

"I guess I need to wash these off... Hm?"

Looking closer, I noticed a strange looking key. One of those older ones that have two seperate prongs and made of solid iron. The body of it covered in intricate designs and symbols that I didn't understand the meaning to.

"Where did this come from?" I said, frowning as I rotated it between my fingers.

"It wouldn't fit anything around here..." Still frowning, I looked around. Directly in front of me was my fire place. Shrugging. I removed the key from the ring, tore a long, loose string from an old shirt, and hung it on the cast iron rack inside. 'It's not like the fireplace works anyways. Who puts decorative fireplaces that don't work inside of an apartment? Wouldn't that just cost unnecessary money? Who thought: "I will build a fireplace here because it is aesthetically pleasing. It does not matter if it snows in the winter, they have a heating sistem for that! Har har."'

As soon as the key stopped moving like a pendulum, it began to glow.

"THE HELL?!"

Jerking away I slid backwards. The light became brighter and brighter until I was engulfed with it.

One moment I was sitting on the floor of my one bedroom apartment... the next, I was gone.

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FIN.