The door – that isn’t really there
Everyone is friends with it, but when you ask, they
Don’t know where
It lurks deep in your unconscious mind
Trying to leave it all behind
You can’t hide from it
Follows you everywhere
Yet when you want it – it has a tear
The one without a handle
That stays concealed, even with a candle
When you grow of age
Maybe you will find that door
That unknown page
It won’t be scary –
It won’t be dark –
For you’ve known it all along.
It’s always been there, at the bottom of the garden, with nothing to do but stay shut. Father says it holds a giant carnivorous beast, but I think he’s lying, for I think it has memories of Mother that Father does not want to remember. Mother died 13 years ago while giving birth to me. I think Father knows it was not my fault Mother died, but he still doesn’t like me very much. The door is made of oak, with vines surrounding it on every side, I wish I could go inside but I don’t want to upset Father…
I came through a door when I was younger, thinking it would make everything right. I didn’t ask for it to happen; I was just a normal child living a normal life. But one tiny secret, one hateful betrayal and I was swept into a world where nothing was what it seemed. This door was a secret just for me, merely a figment of my imagination. Or so I thought. When I discovered it was real, not a dream but a vision, my first instinct was to see what lay behind it. That was the biggest mistake I ever made.
There was a myth about a door that leads to what you most desire but max didnt beleive in myths so on the sacred day of christmas max got very bored of hearing the same thing. “Why dont you just beleive it like everyone else” said the villagers. Max wasnt a big fan of them. The only villagers that she really liked was Mum and Dad and even they nagged about her not believing about the myth but one day she saw something it was a random door she walked through it and saw something it reminded of one thing…
Years ago, it was formed. Now this was not anything, but a magic door; only open to those in the family. That’s me. Me. Me. I can open it, with my mind. I don’t like it. Now I am responsible for locking it. This just how it has to be, though – so I’ll just have to manage it – no matter how much I don’t want to. It might be OK to go in there; but not worth the hassle – unlock, unbolt, corridor, left, left, right, left middle finger! That’s the code I had to remember. Maybe it is OK.
The forest is the only thing I have always known. The forest is the only thing in the world that never stays the same. The only thing that stays the same is the door. The only entrance. It’s the biggest door I’ve ever seen. Each stair is as tall as a sky-scraper. History says it was built by an ancient civilisation which is probably the first truth History has ever told. History is a company run by Knowledge who also runs Biology, Theology and Mathematics and everything else. The door opens every morning and closes every night. It’s a mystery.
Once upon a time there live a young boy named Tyler and he lived with his family and they had in there attic a secret stash but no one knew what was covering. So one rainy horrible day Tyler was going up stairs when suddenly he thought to himself what could it be covering up when suddenly he teleported into it and he was on beach and every time he said secret door he teleported to somewhere different but he didn’t relise where it kept taking him. He loved the door. 6hrs later he knew it was time to go.
‘Click’ ‘creak.’ I opened the hoary door to see a dark heap of forest. Leaves coiling around the dense landscape covered the oak trees that stood there still, as if it was waiting for somebody. The air was whirling in my ear like it was saying something to me while being bitter and icy. I crept in to the solemn landscape, the ground was as still as a statue. ‘BOOM’ the door slammed shut behind me! Worry filled me like steam rising up in a fire. I was blinded in the lifeless prison. Will I ever get out?
The big white door, a door that has been the same colour and stayed in the same place for many years. It all started on the18th of December 1934, when the killings started up. No one knew what had done this until now when a boy came; a boy from one of the most unlikely families came to the forest to live with the outlaws…
He came as he claimed he could rid them of the kill streak no one believed him apart from me, the first opener of the door; I knew ever since I saw him speak parselmouth.
It lurks in the deep deep woods its always watching it never looks away. A door you may think I’m crazy but it took me it came and it stole me from my family. I was 13 but now I’m 29 and I’m still hear. No fun no love just soles just sols… this is death death its all grey and bland with no life except me and the crows that are whiting to eat me . I hate this place. Hopefully can get back when the door opens . ever thing is boring nothing to look at . help
A door. A wooden door. Surrounded by vicious vines, making it almost impossible to reach.
The vines tried to attack me. I barely made it out of their range. Somehow the vines were alive…
The vines were circling around me, closing me in as i try to push them away.
I take my jumper of and try to whack them back to where they came from.
It was to late; i was being strangled by the vines.
I quickly escape and make it through the door, barely dodging the poisonous vines. I make it through, looking at the inside. Books…
The hidden door shrouded in mystery that only opens at the end the one which takes on you never ending journey, the door that
Alberts head throbbed he had one of those weird dreams again from the start Albert knew he was special yet not in the right way. Albert was sent boarding school called miss soarers school for children with challenging backgrounds but Albert was not on those children he was only there because dad says so Albert was pretty sure dad was grieving his ex like Albert cares Albert only cares about his mother…because his mother passed through that door which torments his mind every night.
The hidden door shrouded in mystery that only opens at the end. The one which takes you on a never ending journey, the door that…..
Alberts head throbbed he had one of those weird dreams again, from the start Albert knew he was special yet not in the right way. Albert was sent to a boarding school called miss soarers school for children with challenging backgrounds, but Albert was not one of those children, he was only there because dad says so. Albert was pretty sure dad was grieving his ex…like Albert cares, Albert only cares about his mother…because his mother passed through that door which torments him…
It was a door, I pushed the tangled vines away . I reached for the handle . It was locked. I looked around ,no key . I searched up and down the wall scanning every nook and cranny for evidence of a key.
Then suddenly it started to rain, huge great big rain drops cascaded down my face. I must come back tomorrow, to this hidden place . I walk up the long lonely stairs ,Mum and Dad will be back at midnight from their usual evening out. It’s just me and Betty the maid . I walk by the 12 bedrooms ( that are never used) and five bathrooms, till I got to my bedchamber right at the top of the house . I chose this room when we moved in for one particular reason and that was the veiw . I could see for miles on end and I could see the garden with a stream and flower beds and adventures I could make .
In the morning I rushed to the secret door pulled the vines back but the door wasn’t there , but the key was…
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