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Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Secret Door


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Suggested prompt...
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Offer a story using this image.
Let you imagination get creative behind this secret door.


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It was the tiniest little door that I’d ever seen; catching my attention as I was out picking berries in the woods one day. I wanted to think nothing of it but each time I’d turn to add berries into my bucket, there it was in my view. Oh, how the curiosity took hold. No one would know that I’d stopped picking, if I only went over there for just a quick minute, right? Everyone was waiting for me to get back to the house; mom was getting the pie crust all prepared with my baby sister. I could almost taste the pie, even though I still held the berries.

For just a minute, I walked over to the door. Looking it over, I found nothing to open it with, which filled me with such an intense anxiety – I simply HAD to search for the answer. Stepping around, studying the door and the brick and the walls; I found nothing; nothing, not even a little hole that would show me what was on the other side.

Okay, I needed one more minute. They wouldn’t know if I hurried to pick the rest of the berries for a bucket full. I’d already filled it near to the top and have only been gone for a few minutes; much less time than it usually takes me, because I usually stop by the pond on the way here to catch some frogs.

I searched some more, for a few clues as to what could be behind the door; still nothing and I gave up. I turned to leave and fumbled over a large rock, stubbing my foot and falling to the ground but as I fell, I heard a creek. The door opened. I’d never jumped up so quick in all my life! Running to the door, I pushed it open to find that my curiosity had over taken reality. The other side of the door was exactly the same as where I came from. I only walked a little way around, found more berries and filled my dress with them. The bucket was left on the other side of the door. I made my way back to the opening and heard someone. It sounded like laughter, mocking almost.

“Hey! Who is that? What are you laughing at?” I asked. It continued and came closer to me. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw this tiny little flying person coming toward me. “I, was laughing at you, you silly creature. And, those are OUR berries. They do not belong to you. That is why I laughed.”

“Who are you?” I asked. “I am the youngest breary of the Fairies”, she told me. “If you don’t leave these here, you will not go beyond this door. You will have to live here and become our servant.”

I dropped the berries fast, plunked the little fairy thingy as far as I could and booked it out that door as quick as my little legs would take me.

The moment I found myself on the other side was the moment the door shut and I could hear laughter from the other side, filling the air. I grabbed my bucket and went home to find everyone still making the pie crusts. They were shocked that I was home so quickly, and that...to my amazement, my bucket was full of berries.

Hmmmm.


Simply Heather

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8 comments:

bARE-eYED sUN said...

just as soon as we saw today's prompt, a recent photo of a lead mine doorway which we shot in Galena Illinois came to mind.

seizing the opportunity, we jazzed it up a bit, added a little text (hey, gotta run out the door {barrrroooomp-doooop!}, not much time to get fancy.)

anyhoo,
this is it:
Wurd Iz: SecretDoor

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.ero
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morganna said...

Veiled by flowered branches, the hidden door awaits.
I found it once, at garden's end.
I pushed it softly open, with a creak.

Inside, the fairies danced and sang,
Tumbling across the grass.
I stared and wished to join, then slowly turned away.

Simply Heather said...

It was the tiniest little door that I’d ever seen; catching my attention as I was out picking berries in the woods one day. I wanted to think nothing of it but each time I’d turn to add berries into my bucket, there it was in my view. Oh, how the curiosity took hold. No one would know that I’d stopped picking, if I only went over there for just a quick minute, right? Everyone was waiting for me to get back to the house; mom was getting the pie crust all prepared with my baby sister. I could almost taste the pie, even though I still held the berries.

For just a minute, I walked over to the door. Looking it over, I found nothing to open it with, which filled me with such an intense anxiety – I simply HAD to search for the answer. Stepping around, studying the door and the brick and the walls; I found nothing; nothing, not even a little hole that would show me what was on the other side.

Okay, I needed one more minute. They wouldn’t know if I hurried to pick the rest of the berries for a bucket full. I’d already filled it near to the top and have only been gone for a few minutes; much less time than it usually takes me, because I usually stop by the pond on the way here to catch some frogs.

I searched some more, for a few clues as to what could be behind the door; still nothing and I gave up. I turned to leave and fumbled over a large rock, stubbing my foot and falling to the ground but as I fell, I heard a creek. The door opened. I’d never jumped up so quick in all my life! Running to the door, I pushed it open to find that my curiosity had over taken reality. The other side of the door was exactly the same as where I came from. I only walked a little way around, found more berries and filled my dress with them. The bucket was left on the other side of the door. I made my way back to the opening and heard someone. It sounded like laughter, mocking almost.

“Hey! Who is that? What are you laughing at?” I asked. It continued and came closer to me. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw this tiny little flying person coming toward me. “I, was laughing at you, you silly creature. And, those are OUR berries. They do not belong to you. That is why I laughed.”

“Who are you?” I asked. “I am the youngest breary of the Fairies”, she told me. “If you don’t leave these here, you will not go beyond this door. You will have to live here and become our servant.”

I dropped the berries fast, plunked the little fairy thingy as far as I could and booked it out that door as quick as my little legs would take me.

The moment I found myself on the other side was the moment the door shut and I could hear laughter from the other side, filling the air. I grabbed my bucket and went home to find everyone still making the pie crusts. They were shocked that I was home so quickly, and that...to my amazement, my bucket was full of berries.

Hmmmm.

Simply Heather said...

Ha...I just read morganna's contribution, after I submitted mine and I smiled. Isn't it funny how some photos can bring about the same sort of thoughts in people? People who don't even know one another...I think it's neat.

Dani said...

Secret Door

"Red brick arches-
Old cement cracks-
Wooden paneling-
And an overgrown path-

No one notices,
But it goes on existing
Despite being ignored-
For a THOUSAND YEARS!"

My sister's description
Widened my eyes
As I sat in my bed
Listening in surprise...

"The trees and flowers
Surrounding the door
Were as guarding keepers
Protecting and secure-

I crept up to the archway
Trembling in my center
Curiosity overwhelmed me
I simply had to enter!"

My heart beat came louder
Within my small chest
And I fought the urge to cover my ears
I had to hear the rest!

My sister's story continued..
Her eyes twinkled with excitement
As she grabbed my arms suddenly-
Tickling me in merriment.

"Suddenly it opened!"
She screamed with such alarm
I was taken aback-
As I rubbed my sore arm.

My imagination expanded
That evening my parents weren't home
I could have been afraid
Instead I wasn't alone.

I'll forever remember her story
Of the secret door in the wood
Because it helped me that dark night
As every good story should.

christine said...

Simply Heather, I loved your story, or was it a memory? Hmmm!

Call in for a chat with me! Christine's Chatter is at :-
http://cadugdale.blogspot.com

Kristin Dombrowski said...

A poem for a child

What a tree you can find!
One with a door in his side!
His insides smell like moss
and are littered with acorns,
feathers, tea cups and mugwort.

No one knows why he made this house
for my family,
but we do bless him kindly
with gardens of verbeena and thyme,
braided ribbons in his branches
and gently playing wind chimes.

With us a frog and a cat live
and they so do sing along with
the branches, the chimes and the twigs.
Together we all rest within
our safe oak,
counting our acorns, our blessings,
and kinsfolk!

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