THE CHALLENGE:
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and an end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)
THE KEY:
Make every word count.
Here it is the end of September already! Where does time fly off to?
It’s also FF time again. Once more thanks go out to Rochelle for hosting this thing we love to do each week. Of course you all know the drill by now, click on Rochelle’s name if you want to join or if you want to read other great stories based on the same picture.
So off we go!
Genre/Horror (101 words)
Wendi was driving down a beautiful country road when a thick fog appeared from nowhere and forced her to stop.
Now she was standing in a field facing 3 doors and a voice was telling her to pick a door to walk through. What the hell was going on?
“Wendi, choose a door now. Be careful for your future lies within.”
The unearthly voice was booming in her head. She felt compelled to choose. Which one though?
This is a nightmare! It has to be, Wendi thought. Soon I’ll wake up.
She opened the door of her favorite color, red, and felt the heat of hell.
Life, Love & Strength 
the heat from hell. yeah, i have felt that too. well done.
this line – This is a nightmare! It has to be, Wendi thought. Soon she’ll wake up. shouldn’t it be “Soon I’ll wake up.” because it was her thought. right?
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You are right! I’ll go change it now. Thanks Rich. 🙂
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glad to help.
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Good one Jackie, that red door is dangerous, you have to wary of the colour red. In life it means to stop! Not go. So the door to hell is red eh, I’ll try to avoid it. Enjoyed your post.
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Unfortunately she chose her favorite color without thinking too clear. Yeah, red is usually danger. Thanks for reading!
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And that is another brilliant comment on the whole metaphorical nature of this prompt, the challenge of choice based on favourite colours when one colour is seen as representing danger.
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Well done again Jackie! Now I’m happy I never used the facial gift card to the Red Door Spa in D.C. that I once received for my b-day…who knows what would have happened 🙂
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Now that was a close call for you! Whew! 😉
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Too bad she chose Red. What bad luck for Wendi. I like this, Jackie. I like the set-up. I can just visualize the fog, and then the three doors…
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thanks Amy! I figured not too many would choose red. Maybe she shouldn’t. 😉
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Dear Jackie,
Color therapy at its worst. Good story, bad choice.
Aloha,
Doug
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We do what we do when we have to make a snap decision. Thanks for reading Doug.
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Dear Jackie,
I have to wonder what would happen if someone chose the red door and it led to a happy place. I mean, what about Christmas or Valentine’s Day? Just a thought. Evocative story, nonetheless.
shalom,
Rochelle
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That flashed through my mind I must confess briefly, then I wrote what I did. Too predictable perhaps. Ugh, I will try harder next time. Thanks as always Rochelle. 🙂
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Yes, I was kind of hoping for a surprise ending – like she was sleep walking again and opened the door to find herself staring into her own oven at the roast beef she forgot to put away after dinner.
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It was not my best for sure. Maybe I should try again? Nah, there is next week to redeam myself. Thanks for stopping by. 🙂
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Dayum, too bad her favorite color wasn’t blue.
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Yeah I know. I would be as bad as her though, I would have picked red. Ah well. Thanks for stopping by!
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Oh, white would have been heaven perhaps? Is red likened to fire and white to peace here or is it based on Wendy’s past wrong-doings:) nice story and well told
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I think in this case red is likened to fire and Wendi should have known better. Ah well, maybe she will get a second chance. Thanks for reading! 🙂
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Ooh! Creepy. I like it! Ha,ha! Good one Jackie!
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