("Open an imaginary door, what do you see?")
He read the note, he followed the path, he even talked with the weird woman at the gate, what more will he have to do? Tired, he walks up to the door that all the clues points to. Studying the door, he sees nothing of interest. It's old and rusty. Once likely a shining copper, but now crusted with green and orange. "Oxidized copper and casual rust," he thinks, "Beautiful for a door." Chucking at his own bitter sarcasm, he glances at his notes again. He isn't sure why he took this quest up. His mother died many years ago, and his father is too drunk to be of any good. He figured, "Why not?" Now, though, looking at the door, he isn't so sure. He steps forward and turns the handle, knowing it wouldn't open , being rusted shut with age. Yet, the door opens without a sound. He walks through and is surrounded by giant leaves of various colors, and what seems to be a gemstone ground. Glancing up, he sees strange creatures flying in the distance. Though, what surprises him the most is right in front of him. His eyes grow wide as he shrieks, "MOM?!"
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My Creative Writing Journal
RandomThese are short stories and prompts from my Creative Writing class in high school, open for any reader to enjoy! If anyone has any suggestions for new short prompts they're curious to see me write about, leave a comment and I may write it in this jo...
