I open a door I see a window
It's at the bottom of a room
The curtains black and bleeding
I see a bed that's broken
A clock that's tick-tacking
The covers dirty and grieving
The floor is wet
The ceiling wrecked
Three chairs around the place
All smashed and misplaced
Dirt every where what a mess
I wonder if I came to the right place
I enter in I see a door
that opens another room
The key is on a wooden table
It's silver bright and shining
I pick up the key, what a smell
It smells of gasoline
I walk to the other door
It is filthy also smells of gas
What a mess what a foul place
The key doesn't open the other door
I tried it on the entrance door
It's closed and never opened again
A contest entry
- Open The Door by nichtmich.
2625 points, ended October 14, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
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Comments
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Sounds like a terrifying nightmare, a Pandora's Box of consequences for those caught unwary. I like the suspense and the last line is a real clencher.
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Great description
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Thanks!
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Welcome to my room....
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