On the Campaign Trail - Write a short story/flash fiction story in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, including a poem. Begin the story with the words, “The door swung open” These four words will be included in the word count... an added challenge (optional), use the same beginning words and end with the words: "the door swung shut."...make your story 200 words EXACTLY!
The Open Door
The door swung open
There it was in front of me
I beheld the worn out step
Those who entered fearlessly
Won the passage through
I know this time it's only me
I stood before that open door
Thinking of those who've left
Thinking of those behind me
Reasoning out the steps
I took that ended there
The open door is all that's left
Standing, watching, waiting
The silence got louder, louder
The worn out step loomed large
My thoughts those of the doubter
I wrestled all thoughts within me
Cast them out, centered my power
The cool wind touched my hair
Swooped merrily around my body
Light bright, brighter, brighter still
I touched it, hands knotty,
Strained to contain the magic
Welling inside me, washing my body
The door is just beyond the worn step
I must cross while the magic is there
The step is past, the door is near
I walk toward the door as fast as I dare
The threshold under my feet as I step
No worries, no fears, just wonder so fair
The past was past, all ties were cut
I looked about, then heard the sound
Quiet click as the door swung shut
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07 September 2011
20 July 2011
Waiting
Waiting
The stars bright little white dots in the sky
The sky a deep blue for most of its expanse
The lake filled with reflections of the sky
In the north pinpricks of color start to dance
The night air sounds of frogs crying for rain
The field full of creatures arriving for the show
The tree leaves turn in anticipation of rain
In the west clouds begin to form and billow
The village sleeps and dreams pleasant feelings
The island shadows begin to detach from rocks
The earth echoes of the days deeds reeling
In the south night winds glide through the shocks
The creatures stop to watch, frogs still their cries
The island shadows halt, village dreams are quit,
The sky, lake, clouds, wind, earth all still the sighs
In the east the sun rises slow, steady, color filled light
The village Elder alone, head back, arms raised,
Asema in one hand, feather in the other
Village silent, eyes, ears, hearts, dream glazed
The moment, anticipation, gratitude, wonder
The sun rises, burst of colors filling the sky
The moon holds, one last glance at those below
Sun and Moon join the morning sky
Village Elder begins his song to grandmother Moon and father Sun
The stars bright little white dots in the sky
The sky a deep blue for most of its expanse
The lake filled with reflections of the sky
In the north pinpricks of color start to dance
The night air sounds of frogs crying for rain
The field full of creatures arriving for the show
The tree leaves turn in anticipation of rain
In the west clouds begin to form and billow
The village sleeps and dreams pleasant feelings
The island shadows begin to detach from rocks
The earth echoes of the days deeds reeling
In the south night winds glide through the shocks
The creatures stop to watch, frogs still their cries
The island shadows halt, village dreams are quit,
The sky, lake, clouds, wind, earth all still the sighs
In the east the sun rises slow, steady, color filled light
The village Elder alone, head back, arms raised,
Asema in one hand, feather in the other
Village silent, eyes, ears, hearts, dream glazed
The moment, anticipation, gratitude, wonder
The sun rises, burst of colors filling the sky
The moon holds, one last glance at those below
Sun and Moon join the morning sky
Village Elder begins his song to grandmother Moon and father Sun
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