Category Archives: The Red Door Dream (Fiction)
It is Christmas Eve and Santa must be loading up his sleigh. Santa Claus is coming to town. When I was a kid, I could easily think of something to wish for and eagerly awaited Christmas morning. I was a lucky kid and always had a bounty of presents from Santa.
It was exciting to go into the living room and see all the amazing things that Santa had left. Santa did not wrap our gifts, so it was like a visual explosion of sights , and we were thrilled as we wondered what to look at first!
“Look at this!” Look at this!” My brother and I would call out to each other and hold up our gifts for display! It was an exciting time.
I realize how very lucky I was. Lots of love filled the room.
I wish you all a Merry Christmas filled with love and joy!
The Red Door Dream Part Three-Dark Side Thursday
At the end of a dark hallway, light shines under a door.
I blink my eyes. The light is still there, illuminating the small gap between the bottom of the door and the hardwood floor. I move onto my hands and knees and crawl toward the light. As I get closer, the light flickers and goes out, stopping me in my tracks.
I can’t move.
My ears feel full and a low pitched hum envelops me as I collapse onto the floor. The tone fades and dark silence surrounds me. Fear rises and burns my throat. I want to cry out but I have lost my voice.
The soft ticking of a clock startles me and I open my eyes. Harsh candlelight floods my vision as I scramble to stand up. A worried sigh escapes my lips.
Shaking my head, I realize I don’t know where I am. The room is unfamiliar. There are no windows. There are no doors. How did I get in the room? How do I get out? I need to get out!
I need to calm my mind. I walk over and sit at an antique vanity table. The mirror is dusty and offers no reflection. The drawers are empty, save one.
The drawer holds a white notecard. I recognize my own writing.
“You are dreaming. Look for the red door.”
I look into the dusty mirror. I see a red door, partially obscured by swaying tree branches.
*this is my third installment for Andy’s Dark Side Thursday. I decided to make it a short story since I kept feeling a pull back toward the bright side! I hope you liked this story and I may visit the dark side again. I will surely keep reading Andy’s story!
The Red Door Dream-Part Two (Dark Side Thursday)
The red door opens.
I hold my breath, afraid to exhale, afraid to be heard. Air pushes through my pursed lips. My breaths are shallow. Loud ringing in my ears intensifies. As my knees buckle, I reach toward the door frame to catch my fall.
It looks dark inside. I don’t want to go in. I don’t think I want to go in. I think I have to go in. I go in.
The door closes behind me. My eyes strain to adjust to the lack of light. An amber glow on the far wall gives me little respite from the darkness. It fades to black.
I stand still and try to think. Why did I come inside? I want to leave. Holding my arms out to feel for obstacles, I turn around, reaching for the door. It should be right here. Where is it? I keep turning, round and round, in a frantic spin. Or, is it the room that is spinning? I have lost my bearings. Dizzy, I fall to the floor.
I close my eyes against the darkness. Raising my hand to my face to brace against waves of nausea, I make myself take deep breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth. In through the nose, out through the mouth.
I open my eyes. At the end of a dark hallway, light shines under a door.
*posted as the second installment of a dark story for Andy’s Dark Side Thursday. If you like dark stories, you should read his chilling tale and the entries of other creative writers. To see previous installments of my story, you can click on The Red Door Dream header at the top of my page. Sweet dreams!
The Red Door Dream
I see the red door in a dream, partially obscured by swaying tree branches. I feel the soft wind on my face, cool air brushing my cheek. I hear the strong, steady beat of my heart as I step forward. I am unafraid. Time slows. My legs start to feel heavy. I bite my lip and it starts bleeding. My face flushes with heat and my vision starts to blur. I wake up drenched with sweat.
The dream is recurrent. Each time, I draw closer to the door but wake before reaching it. The journey seems endless. The anticipation is agonizing.
Even when awake, I re-live the dream. I wonder if I can make myself reach the door in my sleep. I talk to myself. I tell myself I can do it. It is hard to think of anything else. I look for the door everywhere I go.
Now, here I stand, only inches away from touching the door. My heart starts to race. I am afraid. I don’t know what to expect. I no longer know if I am dreaming. I gasp for air and take an unsteady step back.
The red door opens.
*this post seems to meet the requirements for several blogging challenges as follows:
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge,Door, challenges us to post a photo and consider how the elements might add up to a story.
Laura’s Literary Lion challenge asks us to include the word “bleeding” in our post of 400 words or less.
A late addition to Andy’s Dark Side Thursday which challenges us to create a dark story.
And, I think this photo belongs in Lucile’s Photo101Rehab Clinic too.