Saturday, January 28, 2012

Prompts #1-7

I also really like prompts

1. "I'm trying to interrogate someone here!"
2. She spun around, striking out with her knives.
3. The sudden change in wind caught Carol by surprise.
4. The door slammed behind him.
5. Almost every step creaked, setting his teeth on edge.
6. Blood had already begun to pool around the body.
7. Seven Boxes.

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The Door


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She tried keys. She tried kicking. She tried pulling. She tried to beat with her fists on it. She even tried yelling at it. And a sword.
     Nothing had worked. The stupid door stayed locked.
     I'll ask father. I am a princess. No door is closed to me, she was thinking as she got fed up with trying. She hiked her skirts up in a most un-ladylike gesture and stomped angrily down the corridors. She scowled at all the servants in the way.
     When she reached her fathers chambers where she knew he would be at this time of day, she banged on it. A guard opened it for her. She stormed in.
     "Why is there a locked door?" She immediately demanded of her father. He looked up, startled.
     "What?"
     "There is a locked door in the south wing. Why is it locked?"
     "There is no locked door."
     "Yes, there is! And it won't open with the master key."
     "Well, take one of the guards to have it knocked down," Her father said and went back to his paper work. She deflated a little and nodded. "Okay."
     She snagged one of the four guards in front of her father's door and brought him to the locked door.
     She stopped in the middle of the hallway, and the guard stopped behind her. She regarded the locked door.
     "Knock the door down."
     The guard was wearing a puzzled expression. "My lady?"
     She turned to him. "Knock that door down."
     "What door, my lady?" The guard was looking at her funny now.
     She stared at him. "Is this a joke? Because it is not funny. I want that door gone."
     "There is no door, my lady."
     She closed her eyes. "Are you telling me you can't see it?"
     The guard shuffled his feet and looked down. "Erm, no, my lady."
     "Lovely. I am going insane," She muttered to herself. To the guard, she said, "You are dismissed." He saluted and turned back to resume his post. She turned back to the door that apparently only she could see so far.
     She procured a chair from nearby and set it across the hallway from the door. She sat in it and glared at the door with her arms across her chest.
     Every once in a while, a servant would pass, and she would stop every one of them to see if they could see the door.
     None of them could. She got lots of weird looks.
     She sat in her chair for several days that way, only getting up for food and sleep. She neglected meeting with other youth and going to balls. She didn't care for them at the moment. She wanted that door to open.
     This apparently became an issue, and her father came to talk to her on the sixth day.
     "Kelana, this has to stop," He said, standing in front of her and blocking the door.
     "I am not moving until that door opens," she said, leaning back in her chair, and looking at him.
     "There is no door, darling. It isn't fair to lead everyone on like this."
     "I am not leading people on. There is a door there. It just seems that no one else can see it."
     "I won't let you just waste your time here," he said, placing his hands on his hips.
     "What are you going to do? Throw me in the dungeons? You might as well, because I am not moving."
     "I've brought you some help."
     "Great. Everyone thinks I am crazy."
     Turned out, 'help' was a feeble old man who sat across from her in the hallway for the next few or so days asking her odd questions. He never seemed to need an answer though, and he rambled on endlessly.  She was perfectly fine with this. She kept on staring at the door. She wasn't sorry when he left though, and didn't come back.
     She was actually about to give up on the door after two weeks, when she was coming back after a meal and she saw a young man pass through her hallway. He walked past the door. Then he stopped, and slowly turned around, looking hard at the spot where the door was. He walked forward, and placed his hand on the handle.
     Then he pulled the door open.