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Mar202014

What's Behind That Door? Honorable Mentions

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So what was behind those doors that hadn’t been opened in a hundred years? Let’s take a peek into the fertile imaginations of our contestants.

 

 

An excerpt from The Room At the End of the Hall by Leslie H, age 11

July 12,1943

Today is the day, I will find out what is behind the mystery door! The only problem is I have to sneak at night because my parents think the dumbwaiter is empty and I will “certainly fall to my death!”  I am kind of scared because the fourth floor has no windows and only one dingy room that used to be a study.  Mona Lisa hangs on the wall in the study just watching you work, no matter where you are so, I will have to stick to the hallway with my candle and more dusty pictures, but since they don’t watch your every move, I should be safe. Wish me luck, I’ll need it.

July 13, 1943

 I just found out what was behind that door!  A tiny room with old furniture, antiques, and rocking chair - that was rocking!  The tiny room was really dusty. Some of that dust was even black!  The room smells funny too, like a mixture of honey and tacos. Not a good smelling combination.

July 15, 1943

I think I figured out what that the black dust was!  The black dust is from an Ancient Greek warrior who plans to take over the world! I am really mad at myself because I let my curiosity get the best of me. What I need to do though is trap him behind the door again, and I know just how to do it.

 

 

An excerpt from an untitled story by Tehila L.

 

 Excitedly, I crept into the room. My flashlight flooded the small room with light, and I glanced around , curious to see what was hidden there. All that I saw was a wide drape hanging on the wall. It was hard to see, because it blended in with the walls. Cautiously, I removed the drape, and revealed a beautiful painting of a landscape, with tall trees that ran alongside the winding road. In the distance, you were able to see a small village, with tiny figures walking about. I squinted at the name scribbled in the left-hand corner. Vincent Van Gogh. I gasped. He was from the 1800s! Perfect! I had my entire report laid out!

Just.... why in the world would someone want to hide such a gorgeous painting? I mean, who would go out and buy a magnificent painting, then hide it behind a drape in a room hidden by a bookcase in another hidden room??

 

 

An excerpt from The Orphanage’s Hidden Door by Alison M, age 11

 

My hand reached for the door. I intended on opening the doorknob, but my hand knocked twice. The door was cold and it made bruises on my knuckles. Slowly, it opened.

 A closet. It was a closet.

Some interesting things about closets:

They hold things, they are small,

And some of them take you back in time.

That is this closet.

 It held one old boot. A shelf was on the top with a coat rack hanging below that. I stepped in, wanting a better look at the boot. Instead, When I got in the door shut and the closet was black as night.

It started to spin and shake. It was like riding a rollercoaster in the dark. I felt nauseous and uneasy. Finally, it stopped.

 

 

 

An excerpt from The Gold Locket by Megan, age 10

I got out of the car and my mom stood there and opened a velvet box. It held a beautiful, gold, heart locket with a silver chain. Inside was a picture of both of us. I walked to iron gate and looked back, my mom was gone. I put the locket in my pocket and opened the gate; I knocked on the blue, wooden door. A stubby, short old lady answered the door. She pulled me into the building. I fell and a sharp agonizing pain pierced my skin. A rusty old nail was stuck in my knee. I felt like an abused animal. “Get up,” she shouted. I got up and ran. Up the stairs, around corners, down hallways. I finally came to a door. It was the only wooden door in the hallway. It had a brass handle, and a brass knocker with a monster on it. I gave the door three solitary knocks. The fact I had to grab the handle that was in the monster’s mouth gave me chills. I heard heavy footsteps coming nearer, and nearer. I studied the door, like a pirate studying a map. I twisted the handle and opened the door. A bright light shone in the doorway, I stepped through the door. I studied my surroundings. I was in a winter wonderland. The mountains seemed to sweep commandingly into the heavens.

 

 

 

An excerpt from Behind the Door by Miah S, age 12

 

   I stepped inside the closet, and as I did I felt the floor beneath my feet give way just a little. A pressure pad, I realized. I whirled around to leave - who knew what sort of traps an old house like this one could have - just as the door slammed in my face and the closet was plunged into darkness. I felt for the doorknob, but before I found it the floor dropped out from under me, into a chute of some sort heading steeply down.

    I was too shocked to scream, so I silently whizzed down the chute for what seemed like miles, picking up more and more momentum the farther I went. Just as I was thinking that this would never end, the chute spit me out onto a pile of cushions caked with dust. Maybe the landing would have been pleasant 100 years ago, but right now it was disgusting. Not only were the pillows so dusty I couldn’t tell what color they were, but they bore signs of animals living in them. Animals like spiders and mice and earwigs. I shuddered and hurried to stand up. When I did I very nearly fell back down again.

 I was standing in the most enormous library I had ever seen.

 The walls were covered with floor to ceiling bookcases, their wood matching that in the house. Despite being underground the library had an airy feel and a high, arching ceiling.

 I slowly walked to the nearest bookshelf and reverently brushed my fingers along the spines of the books.

 

Reader Comments (8)

Wow! These are great! I especially like the orphanages hidden door, and untitled story. Keep up the great writing!

March 28, 2014 | Unregistered CommenterSophia

Thank you so much for the comment, Sophia. Thank you, Anne & Ellen , for picking my story! I can't thank you enough.

All of the stories were so good! I wish we could see the rest of them.

March 29, 2014 | Unregistered CommenterAllison M.

Can't wait for the next contest! :)

June 11, 2014 | Unregistered CommenterSophia

Hi Sophia, I know we promised a teen contest right around now, but Ellen and I have postponed it until August/September. Thanks for your patience! I hope you have a great summer! -- Anne

June 11, 2014 | Registered CommenterAnne & Ellen

Okay sounds great! :) I wasn't trying to rush you, just expressing my excitement. ;) Thanks so much!

July 14, 2014 | Unregistered CommenterSophia

Wonderful! Please make it in September. I will be turning 13 September 2nd.

July 25, 2014 | Unregistered CommenterVictoria

Wow this is an awesome site! I can't wait for the next contest!

September 24, 2014 | Unregistered CommenterElizabeth
When will the next contest be?
November 3, 2014 | Unregistered Commenterrapunzelwriter

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