It all stopped at the door.
The door was spotless and gleaming. The little alcove between the door and the iron gate was filled with dust and debris. The gate had never opened in Robbie’s memory, but every so often a potted plant would appear, as if to shout that there was life beyond that door, and just as suddenly it would disappear.
Robbie often wondered what lay beyond that door. In his imagination he saw a beautiful princess awaiting rescue.
With a sigh he turned back to that wasteland that once was a city, years before he was born.
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word count = 100
Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo by @ Anonymous. If you want to join or see other stories, go to the inlinkz linkup.
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Clever take on the prompt. You were very observant noticing the clean and polished wood beyond the alcove. And I like how you used it as a hook to draw in the reader.
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Thanks. Yes, the first thing I noticed was that contrast between the shining door and spotless window and the unkempt alcove, and so I had to start there…
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Ooohhhh…now I want to know more about that city!
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So do I! lol. Although this was a stand alone 100 word story, I have had thoughts of expanding it…
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All in good time ;-)
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An intriguing mystery and a small source of life and hope in a devastated world. We all need that. Very good.
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That little bit of life and the spark of imagination it stirs, maybe the path forward into a hopefully better future… Thanks.
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Oh my. Now what? Well done, Trent.
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Now what? Good question! Thanks, Bill.
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:-)
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A bit of magic in a burned up world. It’s good never to loose our imagination. Well done, Trent! I enjoyed this very much.
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Where there is imagination, there is hope… Thanks, Brenda!
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Ah, and now I want to know so much more!
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lol, me too! Thanks.
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A mystery at the end, perhaps the last sanctuary lies behind the door.
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Perhaps. Maybe the place where the “important” people where hidden away before whatever happened happened…
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Oh! Very dystopian Trent 💜🍀☘️💚
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Yes, what is going on on this side of the door may be more interesting than what’s going on inside of it ;) Thanks, Willow!
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Yes indeed 💜
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Love the mood set by this one – lonely and atmospheric yet with a pinch of hope!
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Thanks, Shannon. Where there is imagination, there is hope…
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Dear Trent,
What a sad story. A civilization reduced to a child’s imagination. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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At least imagination is still alive, in there lies the seeds of hope… Thanks.
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Sounds like Robbie has lost a lot, but thankfully he has retained his imagination. Makes me wonder what’s behind the door also. Good story.
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The world may have changed, but the old stories – an imagination – have lived on. Thanks.
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You’re welcome, Trent.
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Every closed door is a potential story. Nicely done.
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Yes, though possibly the story on what is on the outside of this particular closed door might be just as interesting… Thanks.
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Wow! That would be a great start to a story!
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Thanks! I have turned some of these 100 word stories into longer stories, so it is possible…
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Great atmosphere, Trent
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Thanks, Neil.
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Imagination is always more fantastical than reality.
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Yes, and in this case the reality is pretty drab indeed
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An eerie atmosphere. got me pondering, you did. Oh, durn it, Trent, now I need to find paper and pen to write… Personally, please keep my hubby in your prayers, he’s back in hospital.
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Thanks, Bear. I hope the inspiration develops into something good. I’m sorry about your husband. Thoughts and prayers headed his way.
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Sounds very apocalyptic. I like it!
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Yep, I was think post-apocalyptic. Thanks!
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