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Creative Writing : A Short Story

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All too quickly, Gemma and I found ourselves clacking down the metal stairs, arriving at the foot of the red room.
“Jared, are you sure you really want to do this?” Gemma said, wiping a hand over her moistened face. “Are you certain that we shouldn’t do this another day or another time? We really should think this through.”
“Yes, today feels right,” I assured, adjusting the backpack that I had quickly grabbed from my house. Inside I had placed all the necessary supplies that I thought we might need. A flashlight, binoculars, two water bottles, granola bars, and a pocketknife.
“Well...alright then,” Gemma said, with a deep exhale. In the shadows, her face looked even more modelesque. Her features smooth. Defined. Damp. Giving her skin a …show more content…

“Here goes nothing,” I said and placed the key into the lock. But strangely, the key did not fit. Had I been right? It had to be a different key.
“Something’s wrong, this isn’t the same key,” I said, retrying.
“Maybe you have to move it around a bit,” Gemma suggested.
“It's not working,” I muttered, trying in every which way. “The door opened so easily last time. Something is different now.”
“Maybe…it’s supposed to unlock a different door?”
I paused. The thought hadn’t occurred to me. “Maybe,” I considered. Quickly I backed away and crossed the narrow bookshelf to the next door.
“But Jared, if we open another door, will it take us back to the same place? Will we still see Gwevella and the Prince?”
I thought for a moment. “It will probably be a continuation or something,” I guessed.
“I do hope so.”
Without further delay, I inserted the key into the second lock and twisted. To my relief, the lock made a clicking noise. But automatically, I took a step back as the door emitted a bouldery echo sound and slowly and ominously swung open. Gemma and I held still, staring straight at the blackish entrance.
Gemma shuddered, and then I pulled the flashlight out from my bag and switched it on.
“Let’s go,” I whispered, taking a step forward.
“Wait,” she said.
“It’ll be alright,” I said soothingly. Gemma's face was grave, but she nodded and followed after me.
“Oh, it’s cold in here,” she shivered as we swept through the

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