The white door looked strange in the middle of nowhere with no wall adjoined to it, and standing all alone amongst the trees in the forest of Frinda. Carla shut the door and using her fingers around the edge of the door she began to seal it like closing a zipper on a suitcase, and the door vanished.
“I can’t have that in view of people around here, I’d be in so much trouble,” Carla stated, as she moved away from the now invisible door.
They walked through the quiet, dimly lit village, with Carla telling Alison grim details of the previous war. How the villagers were once proud keepers of rich lands that were fit for a king, until Prince Amir poisoned the lands, which made the fields unworthy of growing wheat and barley. How animals were no longer able to live in this kingdom, as the grass that now grew was poisoned and only a mouthful would kill the animals. Hence, why the grass had turned orange and the trees had become strange and disfigured too.
“Just up here and we will be at the gates of the palace” Carla declared, pointing to a meandering cobbled path that went past a few clay built houses.
“Hey it’s Zindel!” Alison exclaimed excitedly to her mum, as they she spotted Zindel coming out of a drinking hole. “Zindel, ZINDEL!” shouted Alison.
Zindel jumped with a start unsure who was calling him so abrasively.
“You again?” Zindel cried, rolling his eyes. “Can’t keep away can you?” he smiled and stared at Alison’s companion with interest.
“I’ve bought my mum back, like the queen asked. Can you get us into the palace?” Alison asked cheekily.
Zindel sighed deeply, with a harsh shrug to his shoulders. He walked away, and headed towards the palace.
He was not much a conversationalist, his hair was his main concern, as he attempted...
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...iny seed appeared.
“Wow Mum, how’d you do that?” Alison asked amazed at the small blue seed that had appeared from nowhere.
“A secret,” Carla winked.
She bent down and sewed the seed at the side of the door. When she had sown the seed, she stood up and said.
“Planto a flosculus caeruleus.”
And with those magic words the seed quickly grew into a blue coloured daisy-like flower.
“There, just hope it doesn’t get squashed,” Carla thought aloud, as she rubbed her hands together to get some of the dirt off her fingers and came through the door, closing it immediately.
“Let’s have tea then, I’m starving,” Carla smiled, as though the evening that they’d just had was a normal every day one.
She opened the door again and the stairway under the stairs was waiting for them to ascend. Carla went up the stairs followed by Alison, who was hoping that this day was going to end.
The village had shutdown, the once giddy streets became grim. Flowers that once flourished in the meadows around the village wilted and rot. Death took over homes. Blissful faces became helpless.
“Thank you for your help,” Ruth said as he closed the door. I’ll just wait in his office, she thought and went down the hallway.
The dry, emotionally and spiritually barren village, and the villagers as an extension of the village, then encountered inexorable changes. A poetic sense slowly stepped into...
“Good I’m starving I haven’t eaten all day. Have you seen your mother yet with the berries she went off picking?” Inquired Fernando.
She scrambled to her feet and threw back the woven door of her baked mud hut, squinting in the dark attempting to see what was happening. Her parents scooped up her two little brothers
“Hey, are you hungry at all? I am. Thought I’d cook something up if you were too—?”
“Hey! Kasumi!” Her friend’s voice was fading fast as Kasumi rushed down the stairs and opened the door to get out.
At that moment, Lauren walked into the room and smiled softly. “Time to go.” “Is everyone all packed up?”
“I don’t want to be here,” I mumbled, a bit more audibly than I intended. I wondered absently what would happen if I just strolled out the door and never came back to
"Where's the cigarettes?" she asked. We all sat there, looking dumbfounded, and wishing it were only cigarettes because the consequences for that were less severe. She stood at the door for a few minutes, staring at us with a look of complete disappointment on her face, before walking out the door, shutting it behind her.
reluctant, but finally agreed to go. As she was heading out the door her mother told her,
After a while of talking he decided it was time to go home, after apologizing for the broken door, and the food he ate the night before, she insisted that it was no problem and that they were very glad to have helped. She walked out the door to get her husband.
"Ex-excuse me, Princess," he stuttered. "But there's, uh, someone waiting for you by the front doors."
Aunt Leslie then snapped me out of my deep thought asking whether I was okay. I told her I was even if it was obviously a complete lie. "So shall we go back to Geraldine tomorrow morning? Or would you like to leave in the evening?"
“At least I’ll look so bad nobody will want to deal with me.” She thought to herself as she casually walked out of the alleyway and onto the