its my birthday I am super excited I haven't had one for one whole year, so unfair. i have managed to beg my mum into having a sleepover. 'There here there here.' mum shouts. so I run down the stair, but when i open the door it looks like I have been casually walking. Cool right. 'Hey lets go to my room' I say, trying to contain my excitement. My plan was to stay up all night eating lollies and laughing but everyone started falling a sleep. When every body was asleep I saw a little door in the corner of my room, I walk over and open it 'yuck', I whispered. it was a piece of chewed up chewing gum. I guess not the best birthday ever.
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The door that I never noticed.
I nearly finished my homework when I heard an unexpected noise that sounded like somebody is slowly opening a door. " Dad is that you?" I asked turning silently towards the door. Silence. " hmm" I shrugged and went back to work. A couple minutes later I heard the same sound. " Hello?" I asked angrily" whoever you are can you stop because your scaring me !" Silence. " Uh!" I whispered in disgrace. As I turned to do my homework, I noticed a tiny door in the corner of my bedroom. " What's that?" I asked myself. I kneeled down and opened the tiny door... Five year old Steve woke up. Christmas. He'd gone to sleep the previous nightdreaming of Santa Claus and his reindeer. Steve got up, grabbed his torch and shone it around his room. He noticed a small outline on the wall.
"What's that?" He asked himself. Steve moved closer to whatever it was. It was a tiny door, and it,and it was new. Very gently, Steve twisted the doorknob and opened it. A little man in green, red, orange, and purple danced out of the door. "Hello-" Was all the little man managed to say before Steve squashed him with his foot. Steve is a brutal child. I was infront of a beautiful wooden door made out of a very rich coloured oak . As I opened the door I felt a rush of wind in my face. Once I walked through the door everything was all blurry. I was terrified then everything stopped. I stepped out and I was in a field full of yellow flowers glimmering under the sun. As I walked through the flowers I felt amazing. Like I could do anything. Chase my dreams as much as I like. It felt wonderful. I wanted to stay here forever but I had to return.
It was 3am in the morning Pat was sleeping soundly. A slight sound woke her with a start she heard a knock it seemed to be coming from under her desk. A tiny pail door with a brass knob had somehow appeared under Pat's desk. Mothers knob for her old dollhouse boy will I get into a row if she finds this here. Pat pulled at the door with all her might but the door would not open let alone the door knob coming of."Oh well"sighed Pat lets just hope mother doesn't find out.
One day I found a door.
I found a door of secrets. It told me that there were secrets. Why people told the secrets? I could never understand. Why they shared the secrets? It was getting out of hand. whispered secrets escaping the the lips of the teller. But if they told the secrets. And if everyone shares the secrets? Then theres no secrets anymore. If theres no more secrets? Then why is there a secret door? So next time you go to tell a secret,be carefull who it passes. Because theres no such thing as secrets once secrets have been told... It’s early in the morning, when I see this strange tiny door. What’s strange about it? It wasn’t there before and I’ve lived here for about 8 years. So… I’m sure I have never seen it before. I try to crawl in there and when I do I see a picture. It’s a moving picture of the after life. (well ya don’t see that every day). So I decided to take it. If your wondering how I know well because I see everyone on the news and in my personal life who’s died. That includes my grandpa, my great grandpa. And more.
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