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Her footsteps echoed softly on the cold gray cement steps. Before her stood the same red door she recalled facing many times in her past. Its color seemed to blaze bright against the lifeless white walls on either side; its presence, the physical representation of years of memories, centered itself in her mind and both calmed and unsettled her at once. Countless fights had began and ended, holiday greetings and warm send-offs, and faces new and old turned up outside this very door, in rain and shine, in summer's heat and winter's chill. And yet, now, it lead to nothing more than rubble and ruin, walls crumbled on the once polished floor, windows broken and frosted over with dust and stains. The door itself had long since lost its vibrant coat of paint to a dingy, dirty, rusted exterior and rotted insides.
Even so, the emotions it once bore, and family it used to house, are still remembered in its marks and scratches...
12-7-14
I know it's short, but I haven't been able to write anything since the first few weeks of school, so I was very excited about this little short!!! It certainly made a difference in my depression!
Story © Amenarae
I know it's short, but I haven't been able to write anything since the first few weeks of school, so I was very excited about this little short!!! It certainly made a difference in my depression!
Story © Amenarae
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I hope school doesn't take it hard on you!