The Gate

THE GATE

There was a door. It was round and made of wood with a silver symbol carved in its center. It stood out in the street, so clean amongst abandoned buildings and old paint peeling off walls. “PHOTOCENTRE”, it said above it. If one would try to open it, it wouldn’t budge.

There was a door. To all those people, it was just a locked door. To us, it was the gate to our world. There was a special word that would make the symbol shine and the wooden panels open. And on the other side would be the crystal lake, and the Temple of the Time Monks. Our home.

Word count : 109
Image : Uday, author of Udaylogy.
Story writing for the 58th Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW), a weekly challenge hosted by Priceless Joy to write a ±100-150 word story based on a picture.
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16 comments

  1. Oh, great imagination! I love that there is a crystal lake inside this door! Great story!!

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  2. How imaginative. Very lovely take.

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  3. The Time Monks? Sounds very interesting!

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  4. Love this door to another world. Like the wardrobe to Narnia. Great write!

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  5. A brilliant story, Nicely done!

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  6. So… what are the qualities a person has to possess to enter as join the Monks? Intriguing!

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