A character stands in front of two doors. Write a story about what happens after they choose one to enter.

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“The Moon Through Dark Depths...” by Lennox Ducksworth

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Luna Whitemoon stood in front of the two doors. Both stood over ten feet tall and were made out of pure water. Shimmering waves of crystal clear blue shone on one, while dark, abyssal waves, with the rumbling of thunder, were the other. It appeared to be an easy decision. The clear one reminded Luna of her home on the small islands away from Falconus. She and her village always swam in the clear waters of a continent-less earth, as the warm sun sent rays of light into the sandy bottom of the oceans. Fish of illustrious colors dazzled under t...

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“Red is a Bright Colour” by Luna Silva

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Hazy. Head hurts. I do not know this room. Grey. Plain. Simple. Cold to the touch. It is small, walls too bare, uninviting, loveless. Like a prison. Only two doors loom over me. They make my head hurt more. I get up. Slowly. I have made it as far as sitting. It was a struggle. Any attempt to get past this point is making me want to heave. I am cold, not dressed for this brisk temperature. The holes in my jeans and my short sleeves are overexposing my skin. I stand up, gingerly, using one of the sad walls for stability. I only just make it....

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“Empties” by Chris Wagner

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The doors shone unnaturally bright in the shadowy recess of the dripping cavern. One bore a fanciful round shape, covered in arcane designs in ornate gold leaf, the other a plan looking but polished wooden square with a number sign on the door. I frowned at the latter, with its ugly push handle, the mystifying label: `WARD 32.' "Gearhead, which one yields the treasure?" My clockwork mechanical companion crossed his shiny chrome arms, looking from one door to the other. "They both contain treasure, my captain. Unfortun...

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“Happy memory” by Devadharshini Rajan

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As I starred blankly into the dark ahead of me, I wondered if miracles could happen. I turned around into my room and saw the whole room filled with his poster. As I lay down on my bed, I admired his face in every poster. He is my idol, my love and my happiness. I don't know when I slept but once I woke up I was greeted by bright light. I blinked several times to adjust myself to the light. There was a angelic figure at the corner of my eyes. He began " you can choose either of the door. The first door will be your own eyes and behind the se...

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“The Purge Door” by Isobel Juno

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One of the doors read Purge and the other Death, I guess I didn’t earn a place in whatever is better. I’m no genius but my best bet is that Death is no better than Purge so the choice is obvious. I put my hand on the doorknob with hesitance, I take one last look around the empty place, maybe there’s something far ahead that gives me more options. Yet I don’t think I deserve it so I highly doubt it. I turn the doorknob, once the door is open all I see inside is darkness, I peek out to see if the other door is still the...

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“Curiosity and the cat” by Lize-Faith Kruger

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Amelia gracefully eyed the two doors in front of her. It wasn't by accident that she ended up in this predicament, just a simple series of events that lead to this decision. You see Amelia used to be a resident at the local orphanage at the end of Baker's Street. The same orphanage that mysteriously burned down the night Miss Anna told Amelia she can not visit her litter of friends that brewed out the side of the building. Amelia said that her kitten companions told her they will take her to their kingdom someday. To which Miss Anna ...

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“Loop of fear” by Najah B

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The room was pitch black. No light to be found, just the darkness. I shivered. It was freezing, and my heart stayed at an unsteady rate. “Why am I here?” I don’t understand why or how I’m here. Time didn’t exist in this place, matter a fact nothing exists. Is this real? Am I even real? I hate this. Just before this I was just sitting in my car driving to work and everything stopped and everything was dark. My body couldn’t move, I.. couldn’t do anything. Time had stopped and everything became a haze, but that was until I opened my ...

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“Between Doors, Mirrors, and Memories” by Maddie Coindreau

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I’m standing in front of two doors. The one on the left is a fairly light shade of blue, made completely out of wood. Even though the color is unnatural, the door doesn’t look like it was painted over. For some reason, it looks like the original wood was blue, as if taken from a tree from a fictitious world where trees can be blue and grass purple. It has a shiny golden doorknob on the left. The second door is coral pink, and a complete mess. It looks as if it got assigned the job of being a door quite recently, but since it’s never been a...

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“The Boy Behind the Door” by Eva Nicole

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I find myself running through the silent hallways. The only noise I can hear is my heart beating over and over. Thump-thump. Mania, the goddess of death, and the Keres were probably now noticing that I had escaped. Thump-thump. For the past 2 years, I have been imprisoned, being attacked by shadows left and right. I did not know why the Keres did not kill me in the years I was imprisoned; after all, they are the spirits of violent death. But for some reason, I wasn’t dead yet. The walls in the hallways leading from the dungeon were painted a...

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“Destiny and Volition” by Katharine Widdows

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Men do not shape destiny, Destiny produces the man for the hour Fidel CastroIt is in your moments of decision that your destiny is shaped Tony Robbins. . .At least thirty people were queuing between the trees as the light playfully dappled among them. The doors were busy this year. With his dusty top hat and tails, long grey beard, and twisted wooden walking stick the hunched man hobbled towards Christophe and Lavender. They stifled their smiles and offered him nothing but respect. He spoke to everyone in the queue in turn, answering their q...

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“At Door’s Stand” by Matt Saunter

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I was standing in front of two doors. I had to make a decision. My husband was behind me purposefully sipping coffee, no sugar, with the pose of an exasperated soccer coach. He made slurping sounds between mild mumbles. He finally announced, to me and to the other customers and idlers of the do-it-yourself store, that he was giving me another five minutes to decide. “So,” he said, “which one is it going to be, Pat?” You see, we had been robbed. Not of anything special really – a few old coins handed down from eccentric relatives. Th...

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“He, She, It” by Waqar George

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She woke up and came out of the room. she found him well dressed and having his breakfast.“Why didn’t you wake me up?” she asked.“didn’t want to disturb you.” He replied.With the pause of a moment, she asked, “isn’t there any other way?”“you already know that.” He replied.She came close to him, sat on a chair in front of him. Poured tea for her. She was continuously thinking about this matter. When she filled her cup. She looked at him and said. “I took a month off for you.”“I wish I could also do that.” He answered.He got up and grabbed his...

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“The Doorways” by Jose Hernandez-Arce

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The Doors stand before me again. There was a time when the decision was easy. A life of pain and suffering, or joy and salvation. Two Doors, two choices, black and white. How easy this decision was for a young child’s mind. No one ever told me of the consequences. I remember the ceremony. All children do it when they reach ten years of age. I was no different. I remember the nervousness that struck me when I saw the Doors. They were different than imagined. Many children envision large and elaborate steel doors, one glowing red hot and f...

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“An escherian experience” by Thanos Vas

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Freefall is weightlessness, packing an exhilarating feeling of absolute freedom and openness. That’d be the case at least, were it not wrapped in utter terror. Even worse, I wasn’t sure I was even on a straight-line path. Fragmented shapes and colors of gray, impossible geometry unfolding and shearing in front of my eyes. My throat was like cheap flat champagne, not bubbling enough to burst a scream. I don’t know how long my descent was. However, it was by a hair shorter than how long it would take me to pass out. Getting close to the marb...

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“The Door of Mystery” by Ruby Zorn

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The hinges creaked, protesting from ages of neglect. I felt the cool bronze of the doorknob pressed against one of my clammy palms, and the rough, peeling wood of the door beneath my other as I began to push it open. My heart pounded against my chest. I could feel the blood raging through my head. Everything was so loud that I wondered if anyone else could hear it. Then I remembered that I was alone. I stood by my lonesome before the two doors, ultimately deciding my own fate. Glancing over one last time at the door next to me, I paused, hes...

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A character stands in front of two doors. Write a story about what happens after they choose one to enter.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 237 stories

“The Moon Through Dark Depths...” by Lennox Ducksworth

“Red is a Bright Colour” by Luna Silva

“Empties” by Chris Wagner

“Happy memory” by Devadharshini Rajan

“The Purge Door” by Isobel Juno

“Curiosity and the cat” by Lize-Faith Kruger

“Loop of fear” by Najah B

“Between Doors, Mirrors, and Memories” by Maddie Coindreau

“The Boy Behind the Door” by Eva Nicole

“Destiny and Volition” by Katharine Widdows

“At Door’s Stand” by Matt Saunter

“He, She, It” by Waqar George

“The Doorways” by Jose Hernandez-Arce

“An escherian experience” by Thanos Vas

“The Door of Mystery” by Ruby Zorn

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Start your story with someone being presented with a dilemma.

Write a story about someone who’s extremely impulsive — or extremely indecisive.

Write about someone making a seemingly inconsequential decision, which goes on to have important consequences.

Write about someone finally making their own choices.

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