I was in a muddle I had ten minuets to open a door. It wasn’t like I had no keys or anything I had a lot of keys and I didn’t know which one to use. I needed to act quickly if I wanted the world and everyone in it to survive it was all up to me. I decided to just look at all the keys and work out which ones wouldn’t fit in the hole. When I finished that and tried all the remaining keys and none of them worked then I realized there was one ore key.
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One day I woke up from a wonderful sleep. I got up and I felt something. I looked down and it was keys lots of keys. I wondered where were they from? What were they for? I walked outside and the world was made out of keys. I walked back into my house and I realised that the keys were gone and the window was open. I walked back outside and all of the keys were gone everything was back to normal. That night I wondered who came in my house? And who took all the keys?
Keys, keys everywhere. Where ever I look I see keys, keys that lead to places we never knew existed. Places we could never imagine would be real. Places with stories that no one knows. Stories that people would never believe, never imagined. Keys, what would I ever do with so many? Go on a quest? A quest to find a place that these keys go to? It would be impossible, impossible to find a place for them all. Lands anyone would of thought of as fantasy, become real in an instant, realising that it is real. Anything, everything is possible.
as shreks were coming I ran into this bulding I don't see this table witch had some keys as I ran into this the shreks found me and were chasing me again I found a car and got in and drove to the west but as I ran out of petrol I stop at a airport witch I was safe I sleep there for a week till I deccied to fly and to space you wonder why but this is real if you get in to outta space a planet is there but you have to be goiong I found a jet and went super fast and got pulled in o planet 2.0
...to be contnued I walked slowly up the narrow stairs and when I reached ‘my room’ I slowly opened the door. It creaked, I peeked my head around the corner and walked in. sat myself down at my old rustic desk and looked at all my pictures of me and family/friends lined up on the desk. I chuckled at the picture when I and my friend went sky diving and even shed a tear of happiness when I saw a picture of me at grandmas. I reached down on the left hand side of my desk and opened a draw. Inside was many different keys. I thought to myself ‘a key for every memory’.
These number of keys, where do they come from who do they belong to? A old man came out of nowhere it was Randy Orton, it was him 50 years in to the future. He rkoed me but that meant he’s still good at wrestling. He said
“Chose one of these keys but if it the wrong one you will be rkoed to….DEATH. I chose a key carefully but before I did I asked. “What’s past this door?” “Everything you ever wanted in life” “Oh ok Ill give it a go” It was the wrong key I didn’t die thankfully Moving into my new house wasn't as easy as I thought it was. The house had a sinister, spooky feel to it. Walls were peeling, windows were broken, pipes were leaking, the house was a catastrophe! I wondered around the house with my little sister (in case I got scared). We wondered around the whole house and found a boxy, miniature room which had seemed to be pretty cosy and odd. There was nothing in this room but an old, wooden desk. I opened the draw of the desk and all I could see were millions of keys shattered around. I thought to myself
"Where did they come from?" "What do they open?" On an Island far far away there is a big green mansion. And on the Island far far away in the big green mansion there is a mailbox…And in the mailbox there is a lot of keys, but for what? They are keys to the doors in the hallway and they lead to different dimensions. People who going looking for this Island will never find it. The people who so desperately want to go to this Island never will. People who do not know of this Island can never come…but people who believe they will come there someday, but only in their dreams…
I woke up there was so many key on the floor 1000 more! I ran towards my mums room and the was two unicorns and a donkey I ran towards my brothers and there was a massive fat chicken it started to talk weird gibberish then it said gday mate put another shrimp on the barbie I said no not right now but maybe later I walked outside the door then a was a flying brocolini. ahhhh I woke up it was just a dream that is what they mean by not eating cheese before bed I said to myself.
My grandma was a jewellery maker before she died, I try not to think about that day to much because everyone I saw crying. She would spend hours in the study making rings, bracelets, necklaces watches broaches, and much more. But when I was going through her study after school one day, I found a bag. I poured out the contents onto her desk and inside there was lots of different types of keys. There were big ones, small ones, rusty ones. I wondered what they were for and why she made them. I asked grandpa and he didn’t know.
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