The three chairs stand in the middle of the forest. No one knows how they got there only why they got there. There is a legend about the three chairs. They say that a long time ago there lived three wise men or wizards, as you could call them. The wizards did not want to sit on a throne and rule so one day the chairs appeared and the wizards sat in them. Every week there would be a day where the people could come and say their problems to the wizards and the wizards tried to fix the problems.
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Three chairs. In the middle of the forest.
I was walking in the woods with my friend when we came across the three chairs. We both looked around, wondering where the chairs came from, when a loud, booming voice came from the sky. “Step away from the chairs!” cried the voice. Me and my friend slowly backed away, hoping that whoever was talking to us would just leave us in peace. “These chairs are mine! Go, go away NOW!” To this day, I still regret what we did. We had a 50/50 chance of being right. We picked wrong. Jack’s heart was racing fast. He had just fallen through his bedroom closet to find himself in a much scarier version of his room. There were scratches through the wall paper and over turned furniture. Whatever must live here is very big and has anger issues thought Jack. Just then he heard a terrifying roar followed by heavy stomps. The Roar was enough to send Jack back through the closet and back to his real room. When he returned he realised he could never tell anyone because they will never believe him. As years and years past Jack could never forget about the parallel bedroom and never returned.
The Box. The door. The crumbling brick. It begged me to enter.
I looked around to see if anyone was watching, I stood there for a minute and then finally opened the door. It was dark, pitch black. The darkness made me worried, but never in my life have I just stood in a pitch black room, it was quite calming. Until….the door shut, I should’ve known that it would shut its windy outside. I reached out for the handle on the door but there was no handle, I regret saying it was calming in the dark, I’m not thinking properly. HELP! “The box. The crumbling brick. It begged me to enter.it pulled me in. I tried to pull back but suddenly I was in this dark and mysterious room. I saw this boy I asked him what he was doing here. He replied in a quiet voice”. “I live here”. “I asked him where his parents were he said they were somewhere else. I look around and every room I went in there was jungle or snow. I looked for a room that would lead me out of here. I finally found a room that would get me back to my house I went in it and it took me back to my house.
The box the door the crumbling brick it begged me to enter
I couldn’t resist It was pulling me towards the door. I turned the knob and pushed the door open and fell into the darkness. Blinding light I wake from the hospital bed “I don’t know what happened I found him at a train station” a man said I got up and walked towards the exit. I didn’t know where I was, ever since I fell into the darkness I only remembered falling. I observed where I was it looked like as if it was night at a country town then out of nowhere I fell, upwards then I woke up. The box ,the door, the crumbling brick”. It begged me to enter. “I wasn’t sure weather I should enter but something
. There were torture chambers, death and miserable people everywhere I immediately turned around to was pulling me in, I took one step closer and I was teleported to a different dimension. It was full of horror and misfortune see no door I tried to think of happiness but all I could see was darkness. The next thing I knew I was in an airport hospital, I over heard someone saying “I saw him get into a white van and then he was gone or was he. What have I done now. The box. The door. The crumbling brick. It begged me to enter.
As I entered the building, and opened the wooden door. I had a really bad feeling in my stomach. The inside of the building was as dirty and warn out as the outside was. A couple hours have passed and I haven’t seen anything, I was about to open the last door. When I opened the door, and walked in, I found myself a pleasant surprise. There was shiny golden chest. Inside the chest there was a key. But I never got to see what it opened up. The reason why. Someone threatened me to get out, so I did. The box, the door the crumbling brick it begged me to enter. It was as if it was calling me in, I walk closer.
‘’Hey you get away from there you’re going to awaken him’’ ‘’awaken who I yell in a hushed voice’’ I go home and think about the man and how the door would awaken him At home mum tells me to have dinner and go to bed, in bed I’m restless all I can think of is what’s behind the door. In the morning I leave early Once I’m there I there I go to the door I stare at the door it stares back at me I open it… The box. The door. The crumbling brick. It begged me to enter. I couldn’t resist, I opened the door. I knew what was there but I just had to see it for myself. The box was there just as I suspected. I only wondered what was in the box. I quickly picked it up, trying not to be heard.
When I arrived home, I carefully opened the box, trying not to damage whatever was inside. To my horror, I found a large time bomb which had ten seconds left. I tried to throw it out the window but it detonated. |
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