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The wizard walked up to the door and hit it a few times with his staff. Nothing. He gave it a small push with his hand – still nothing. But, you have to check…
A couple of months ago, I had this series of dreams over the course of a week. These dreams varied in setting, character and plot, but the similar strand that ran throughout all of the dreams was this question that a certain person would ask near dream's end. The question they always asked was: _*How do you open a door creatively?*_ Ever since then, this question has puzzled me to no end. So here's the challenge: Using the above question as a starting point, create a story around the meaning of the question, its symbology, or anything else your imagination can conjure up. OR You can simply answer the question in a way you see fit, via a simple sentence, or an elaborate essay. Either way, have fun, go crazy, write multiple challenge entries if you so wish, and let us see where this befuddling question leads us. You have until May 3rd. Ready? Set? GO! =))
The wizard walked up to the door and hit it a few times with his staff. Nothing. He gave it a small push with his hand – still nothing. But, you have to check…
The group stood before the intricately carved door that blocked the entrance to the caverns. From the back, the wizard read aloud the ancient text that was…
It was a nightmare. Everywhere he looked the same monotonous décor. Doors upon doors. On the walls, the floors, even the ceiling. It was ludicrous. Insane. How…
There was no floor beneath my feet, a feeling of nothingness enveloped me; no hot, no cold, not even the air that surrounded me. A dark vastness, nothing to…
The “DOOR” was the only thing standing when the exterminators arrived. One of the exterminators stepped up to the door and poked it with his finger. It fell.
Amber stared at the lock on the door. Downstairs she heard her mother shouting. “Stay away from Amber!” she yelled. “I won’t let you touch her again!” Amber…
“How do we get in? The doors locked” I stated with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah, so? Since when did that ever stop us?” Stephanie asked wryly. “What have you got…
Tara sat slumped upon the floor, staring at her shoes. Just beyond her toe-tips she saw the tiles rattle. She caught the edge of a dull scratching sound…
“How do you open a door creatively?” Mr. Stitely asked looking over the top of his glasses. Hands shot up in the air. Well... gingerly moved upward, but the…
“Alright, so here’s the plan: at twenty-two hundred, the place should be deserted. We secure the area, probably half the block would be fine.” “Okay...” “Then…
“How do you open a door creatively?” Dominic asked, confused by the strange qusetion. “Yeah. All we do is turn the handle. But, you know that I like to be…
In the dim light I nearly ran into it. Valctor and Feela were sobbing for breath. Both looking to me for a solution. Down the tunnel behind us, the feeders…
There it stood, not a stone’s throw away from my hiding place, painfully recognizable, even to untrained eyes. In the midst of this old forest, the twin trees…
Matthew Connelly and half a dozen police officers were outside the gang’s appartment hideout, guns drawn, ready to kick the door in. Matthew raised his foot…