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The Closet Door; Very short story, non-fic. For school.
Topic Started: 17 Sep 2008, 03:56 PM (461 Views)
Blaze	17 Sep 2008, 03:56 PM Post #1
Health: 600/600 Posts: 1,577 Group: Admin Member #8 Joined: 6 January 2008	Here's very short story (although I doubt I could say anymore about the subject) that I did for my English class. I believe this puts me in the "top writers of the class" category. You might think I'm being arrogant and that's an achievement, but then you haven't seen the people I go to school with :K The Closet Door When I was young, about three to four years old, my father would buy homes, and then proceed to rent them out. He didn’t enjoy this much, probably because of all the work needed to get it ready for the next occupants. I, for one, thoroughly enjoyed this because the houses were so fun to run around in. There were always interesting places and things to see, whether it was a secret room that had walls of cotton candy, or a house with two ways in, or a deadly closet. Oh yes, the closet, one of the more dangerous things of my childhood. One day, years ago, my father asked me if I would like to help him paint one of his rental houses. Wary, for he had asked this question before, and I had never yet gotten to paint, I asked if I would be able to paint my own room. He said sure, and I was immediately on board with the trip. I was excited to paint, both to be helpful, and because I thought of painting a house as painting on a piece of paper, except with a much larger canvas. We drove through Burger King, their chicken fingers were an integral part of my childhood diet, and my parents and I set off on our journey, with cans of paint in the trunk. When we pulled up to the house I followed them up to the front door, in awe. This was a new house, and a nice one at that, much better than the one we were living in at the time. I was excited, for I had no clue what things this house would have hidden in it. My dad opened the front door and I ran in, and was immediately disappointed. It was an empty house, one that looked in the middle of construction. The floor was plywood, with what looked like powdered sugar dusted all over it. To add to my disappointment, I was denied the paintbrush I had been promised. My father always broke his promises, though I suppose at that age I would’ve done more harm than good. They went off to paint, and I found a small room, probably a bedroom, to sit and eat my lunch in. As I was eating my typical meal, I noticed a pair of dark, wooden closet doors in front of me. Being the proverbial cat at the age of four, I decided to see what was inside. The doors were the folding type, with fancy, brass knobs. Cautiously, I don’t know why, I touched the door, ever so gently. I heard a dull, soft, knock. Scared, I scrambled back to my meal. I watched the closed door, afraid of what it might do. Suddenly, it started tipping forward, and I rolled out of the way. With a ‘whoomb’, the closet door fell on the ground, spreading a white cloud from around its form. I sat, my left leg flat on the floor, and my right leg bent with the knee in the air. I marveled at how I managed to escape, and I was further in awe that my beloved chicken fingers were unharmed. There was a spontaneous whack and my pain exploded from my knee. Crying out, I looked in front of me and saw the other closed door atop my kneecap. My parents were at my side faster than I could blink, and after a chaotic whirlwind of crying and yelling, I was in the car with ice on my viscous wound. My kneecap felt like it was going to shoot out of my skin, propelled by the horrible throbbing pain. My mother was feeding me the rest of my chicken fingers, trying to preserve some semblance of normality. With my mind alternating its focus between the fiery, roaring, pain, and the stimulating taste of the chicken, I barely noticed when we arrived at the emergency room. My parents had feared that my kneecap was broken, and were trying to get me in to be X-Rayed. The secretary told my parents to wait, and closed the glass divider, effectively, and probably smartly, shutting her off from the happenings of the waiting room. Apparently, time flies both when you’re having fun, and when you’re in extreme pain, for at the next moment I had a heavy blanket threw over me. The doctor said it would protect me from radiation, but I wondered why my knee wasn’t covered. The pain was bad enough by itself, I didn’t want it glowing green too. The doctor situated a robotic looking metal arm over my knee and exited the room. The machine then made a strange buzzing sound, like there was some kind of beehive inside it, and the doctor came back into the room. It turned out that my kneecap wasn’t broken; it was just going to have a huge bruise. My parents were very relieved by the news. After some investigation they found that the doors hadn’t been put on their tracks yet, and that, contrary to my belief, I did nothing to cause them to fall. They assured me that it wouldn’t happen again. I, for one, am still scared, to this day, of folding closet doors.
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ARAZEC	19 Sep 2008, 08:18 AM Post #2
This Person Has No Life Posts: 4,055 Group: Members Member #48 Joined: 18 June 2008	are you writing from experience ?
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Blaze	19 Sep 2008, 02:46 PM Post #3
Health: 600/600 Posts: 1,577 Group: Admin Member #8 Joined: 6 January 2008	Yes. you aren't a folding closet door are you?
	"One day we'll get married. What do you think of that? My best man will be Harry. Your bridesmaid will be your cat!" -Ron Puppet


ARAZEC	20 Sep 2008, 02:36 AM Post #4
This Person Has No Life Posts: 4,055 Group: Members Member #48 Joined: 18 June 2008	maybe im quite versitile oh you poor pumpkin ! have they no morphine in your hospitals ? its funny how we store memories like the dust on a building site i can picture it too when i was young my dad built a house i remember wandering through at frame stage picturing the rooms and the furniture that would be there. its a very good piece of writing
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Santa Fe	18 Oct 2008, 10:51 AM Post #5
Alcove Puppetmaster Posts: 906 Group: Veterans Member #81 Joined: 11 August 2008	This is very similiar to my group book in pre-ap english.
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Godzilla	21 Dec 2008, 10:35 AM Post #6
What is green...scaly...breathes flame...and has spikes? Posts: 1,503 Group: Moderator Member #30 Joined: 17 February 2008	that was really good
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Luemas	16 Jan 2009, 06:20 PM Post #7
All ur Walrus R belong to Me Posts: 4,041 Group: Members Member #189 Joined: 14 January 2009	It was well written, although i guess the story was just a bit slow for me. The attachment to the chicken fingers was funny though.
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ARAZEC	17 Jan 2009, 07:09 AM Post #8
This Person Has No Life Posts: 4,055 Group: Members Member #48 Joined: 18 June 2008	this is my favourite storey of all of Blazes posted here so far
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Godzilla	16 Apr 2009, 05:54 AM Post #9
What is green...scaly...breathes flame...and has spikes? Posts: 1,503 Group: Moderator Member #30 Joined: 17 February 2008	is this based on a childhood story
	http://godzilla725.deviantart.com/ "Rest, prepare, cry in the corner...whatever you do before a mission, only do it quietly." ~ Malik (Assassin's Creed) "I am not a vegetarian because I love animals; I am a vegetarian because I hate plants." ~ A. Whitney Brown When cryptography is outlawed, bayl bhgynjf jvyy unir cevinpl.


ARAZEC	16 Apr 2009, 08:53 AM Post #10
This Person Has No Life Posts: 4,055 Group: Members Member #48 Joined: 18 June 2008	i think he said its adapted and his dad used to fix up real estate or something or it may be my alzeimers kicking in
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Blaze	16 Apr 2009, 05:41 PM Post #11
Health: 600/600 Posts: 1,577 Group: Admin Member #8 Joined: 6 January 2008	yeah, this is how I remember the incident. Not exactly how it happened though.
	"One day we'll get married. What do you think of that? My best man will be Harry. Your bridesmaid will be your cat!" -Ron Puppet


Godzilla	3 May 2009, 09:26 AM Post #12
What is green...scaly...breathes flame...and has spikes? Posts: 1,503 Group: Moderator Member #30 Joined: 17 February 2008	oh
	http://godzilla725.deviantart.com/ "Rest, prepare, cry in the corner...whatever you do before a mission, only do it quietly." ~ Malik (Assassin's Creed) "I am not a vegetarian because I love animals; I am a vegetarian because I hate plants." ~ A. Whitney Brown When cryptography is outlawed, bayl bhgynjf jvyy unir cevinpl.


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