Write a story about someone who finds a magical portal in their home.
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“Escaping the Story” by Lee Mar
“Well, I’ll be gobsmacked!” a blonde girl whispered to herself just after rousing from the floor. Her sparkling brown eyes were fixated on the red-headed boy strapped to a chair. He disorientedly opened his eyes and observed the small, cozy living room. The boy looked about fourteen. The two girls and chinchilla on the floor beside the blonde girl quickly roused as well.The blonde girl was wearing long overalls with a white shirt underneath. The brunette girl was wearing denim skinny jeans and a bright yellow sweater. The last girl...
“Hideout Door” by Charlie Writens
Grandfather didn't really talk much. He would always speak in riddles loving to quote his stories. He bought the manor naming the forest after himself, Alistar Wood. After he died, my mother decided to have his funeral there. So after the service, we went to the manor, greeted by “friends” and relatives. The whole thing seemed like a formality, fans even snuck in taking pictures. Wandering around my own family’s home, I came across his office. I saw the door was turned so out of curiosity, I tried it. Now...
“The magic portal” by Miles Gatling
"A what now?" "Yes sir, a portal. A doorway if you will; from my house to this place. I stepped through it and ended up here.""You will pay a fine of 500 euros and be processed at the station for leaving your home during martial law without the proper papers or motives.""No please wait I know how this looks but I swear it's the truth.""Sir you're only digging a deeper hole for yourself. Lying to an officer of the law will land you-""No no, please. Listen...I was home watching a rerun of Ferris Buell...
“The Room of Circles” by Izzie Q.
The groans emitted from the old chair as though I was destroying it rather than just sitting. It would be time soon, but not necessarily yet and all these uncertainties weighed my head down like it was filled with water. The sea was striped with moonlight and a sweet smell was rising in the air, yet it made me feel sick. The tangerine tree sat primly on top of its flowered thrown, shadowing the hillside with its large leaves. I gripped the chair h...
“Systems” by A. Y. R
Humans – forever questioning the existence of your reality, your sentience, your purpose in your universe. On a typical ordinary day, you find yourself stationary, at rest. You jolt up at the sight of a familiar being at the end of your bed. Eight legs and eight eyes. Despite your relative size compared to its - the being appears larger than anything you’ve encountered before. So you deem it hostile and a danger to you. You take a shoe to defend yourself and trace its movements across the room. You come to a halt again at the ...
“5:27 a.m.” by Salma Luera
The willow in my dreams stood above ten feet tall, rain heavily assaulting it and battering it, the droplets riveting the leaves so as to not sway under the harsh winds. I was unable to move as I watched this willow begin to drown in the never-ending rain, and it dawned on me that this willow must be dying. A crack of thunder and the whip of the lightning forced my mind to jump, as my body stayed stone still. I could hear the willow weeping, eac...
“Crocs” by Sebastian Ehlke
If you saw the building from the outside, it may not seem like an unpleasant place to live. Windows dotted the structure, each having its own white frame. Through most windows, a set of blinds could be seen blocking out the outside world. Bricks made up the building in an almost perfect pattern, being broken only by the occasional window, door, or other obstruction. The bricks making up the structure varied in color ranging from a dull red to a muddy brown almost black color. The exterior stood out no more than any neighboring building, p...
“"The Good Shepherd" ” by Cynthia Prokarym
Dusk is bringing the day to a close as I enter St. Christopher’s Church in Detroit to hold a vigil for seven-year-old Brandon Foster, the youngest, baptized member of my congregation, who recently passed away. The crowd of mourners remain in their vehicles due to the state lock down.Tall, male attendants wear masks that clash strangely with their black suits and matching ties, while vehicles make their way through a line to the lot. They offer the incoming drivers a blue program leaflet and a matching candle, honoring hi...
“Ghost Games” by Holly Pierce
I was sitting in my room watching videos, as per usual on a Saturday morning. After a few hours, I decided to get some food. I walked downstairs to my fridge. A blast of cold air hit me, and all my food started swirling into a spiral. All I could see was a blurry spiral of my food. I don’t know why, but for some reason I decided it was a good idea to walk into the spiral. Nothing happened. I was still in my kitchen, and the only difference was the spiral. It was completely gone.My watch said the time was 11:12 a.m. I quickly walked...
“The City in the Portal” by Lilly Blossom
The gate was large and magnificent. It’s shining, gold-bronze arches at the top had a regal design that seemed Heavenly. For David and Meghan, it was almost frightening to walk through. What if they weren’t worthy? What if they were burned by fire upon entrance? It had started with a map, but not just any map. Meghan and David had been neighbors as children, and when the time called for quarantining at home, Meghan had returned. She’d only lived at the large home for three years from ages 8-11. But she and David had been best frie...
“Finding Revasala” by Kira Kloehn
I sat in a hospital room and held Grandma Sable’s hand. She was fading fast, and I knew she didn’t have much time left. She had asked to see me alone, though I wasn’t sure why. I waited patiently for her to say something. She sat up slowly. “I have been blinded by this world,” she said quietly. “What do you mean Grandma Sable?” I asked. “There’s more to it,” she said, “There’s more to everything. We just can’t see it.”
“Portal? Virtual Reality? Imagination Station?” by Keri Dyck
Quarantine was supposed to be a good time to organize your house. I had spent most of my time with my books and siblings instead, and now quarantine was over, but the organizing still needed to be done. In that moment I am telling you about, through, all I could think was that I should not have been organizing with such vigour. My stack of books tipped forward. I leaned backwards, trying to level out, and suddenly they all decided to follow me. I landed on the floor with shower of paperba...
“Grace From The Glass Psyche” by Kiamesha Denise Sims
Grace From The Glass Psych: Screeching and snickering rimpled through the home. Circling and looking for an exit route. It came to a closet, embracing a young and afraid woman named Stella. Her eyes rang and were hot under her hands. She was panting and shaking. “Amazing grace,” she choked. It was then when the screeching stopped. “Thank you,” she sighed. She stepped out of the closet and found a piece of parchment tied with a red but w...
“Stacey's Journey” by Vicky S
“………..the jewelry has never been found. Its’ value today is approx. $5 million”, the news reader droned.Sighing, Stacey picked up the television remote and, ignoring the sticky spot caused by a drop of soft drink, turned the television off. Stretching her arms above her head she looked around the room, noting the cracks in the wall near the ceiling and the peeling paint exposing the red bricks underneath.It was very quiet now . She could hear a car or two driving along the main road, a few streets away, and a distan...
“Festing In Place” by Brandon Rich
John stared at the blinking cursor on his computer screen, willing it to make words appear without his help. He looked maliciously towards the clock, tick-tocking ever closer to a deadline he was nowhere close to meeting. From the desk in his home office, John could see his son Ben sitting on the couch. Ben was also nose-deep in a computer, although he seemed to be having more success than his dad. Something on the screen caused a broad smile to stretch across Ben’s face. His happiness drifted through the air, nearly reaching John, until...
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