it's done.
...and i have to trun it in tomorrow :S
if you happen to read this and discover any HUGE gramatical mistakes, please let me know :)
THE GREEN CELLAR DOOR
His gaze fell upon a door. It was the only thing he was able make out because of the grey humid fog that surrounded him. The door was dark green and had a black polished doorknob and a black doorframe. It had no peephole. The whole place had a rather mysterious aura around it. The green door also gave him a sickening sensation that he could not quite put his finger on. It might have been because it reminded him of a forgotten dream where a green cellar door identical to this one had chased him through a deep forest tinted which had been with blood.
Nevertheless he felt a morbid attraction to the door. He needed to open it, needed to grasp that lack lustrous doorknob and turn it, hear that mechanical click of metal hitting metal and see what was hidden on its other side.
As he was about to take his first step towards the green cellar door he noticed that he was standing on a purple cloud. The cloud was solid yet soft to the touch, and even though the cloud was stable enough to stand on he felt as if the solidness would cease at any second and that he would be falling right through it at any second. But as soon as he lift his left foot, the cloud started to move. It was as if the cloud had read his mind and it slowly floated away with him on top towards the green door.
Funny, he thought when his face was a sugar spoon away from the door, it had seemed as if the door was his own height when he was standing further away from it. But now, standing closer to it, he had to tilt his head back and stand tiptoed just to reach the black doorknob, which was the considerable size of his own head.
For a split second he felt a bit silly actually, for insisting on opening the green cellar door even though there were no visible walls surrounding it, but he felt that it would be considered rude just to walk in without even using the main entrance. So he turned the doorknob using all his might until it clicked open. To his surprise the environment on this other side of the cellar door was shockingly different to the one he had recently been in.
It was hard to make out the floor and the walls from each other as it looked like they melted together. Also, they were black which added to the confusion as he could not see any shadows in the corners. The room therefore appeared to be circular. Or oval, he was not quite sure.
Instead of a ceiling he found himself admiring a clear night sky with a full moon and twinkling stars.
He had always thought the stars gave him inner peace they as they seemed so carefree and content looking to him. He had never beheld a view like the one he was witnessing at that moment; stars speckled on the black and purple blue sky like a million grains of crystal on black velvet; shining and sparkling, blinking and blistering, glittering and gleaming.
He laid down flat on his back with his feet pointing to the green cellar door. He focused his gaze at the stars and let his mind wander away.
And he could swear that he heard some soft humming coming from above, a high pitched female vocal with a comforting mother like ring. No, he shook away the thought; it couldn’t have been the stars…
***
As he laid there gazing at the stars he lost the track of time. He could have been laying there for minutes or for hours, the sky showed no sign of breaking into daylight anytime soon.
He could not help the guilty feeling that washed over him in waves for having lain under that amazing sky while he instead should have been searching for facts about this peculiar land he found himself in. So he rose to his feet and prepared himself to get on that purple cloud again on the other side of the green cellar door.
A few steps and he was facing the door again. Though this time, the green door had shrunk to half his height. He had to pinch the doorknob with his thumb and his index finger in order to open the door and he had to crawl his way through it on all four.
To his great bewilderment the place he saw on the other side of the door this time was not at all like it had been before. There was no purple cloud, nor any grey fog. The place looked like a scene from the deepest of oceans, though, he could breath; he even let out small bubbles as he opened his mouth. Surrounding him were rocks three times his own height and over his head swam enormous fish, coloured with the most eye striking greens, turquoises, pinks and yellows. Like an undersea rainbow dancing over his head. He got the impression that he might have shrunk, but did not give this much thought as the sight was so extraordinaire that it made him feel content, even happy, and somewhere inside his chest he felt as if a candle had been lit and it warmed him like a thousand suns.
One of the fishes looked down at him and suddenly came swimming towards him. First it was 100 feet away, then 50, then 20, then 10, then 5 feet and it didn’t stop until it had knocked him over and forced him to sit on its scaled back.
Together they swam away from the rocky bottom and towards the surface where the water looked clearer and clearer shades of not only blue, but also pink. The fish swam in such a high speed that he couldn’t tell if he was breathing or if he was holding his breath. Just as they broke the glittering surface he closed his eyes hard and hoped that he would not fall off the fish. He did not. As a matter of fact, he did not even feel the surface hit him, he just felt a change of air - it was warmer and softer. In his amazement he opened his eyes and noticed that the fish had spread out a pair of wings.
They were each twice the size of the fish and coloured dark green but decorated with silver scales making the wings glitter in a blinding bright light in the sunshine. It hurt his eyes to look at them so instead he fixed his eyes upon a tall pole standing in the middle of the ocean. The ocean, by the way, was very still, as if it was expecting something.
The pole was in a bright shade of gold, or at least it used to be, because the golden colour was flaking off exposing a greenish rusty colour. The golden flakes were constantly being carried away by the wind making it look like an eternal rain of gold heading north.
On the absolute top of the pole, something about 200 feet up the 3 peanut thick pole, there was a ring. A big ring. And the fish, he noticed, was heading in its direction. Accelerating its speed towards its goal, the fish made a perfect flying through the ring and turned into a bird; a green bird with silver wings.
The bird sang a tune he had heard somewhere before in a childhood memory and headed towards a kite without string that was flying effortlessly but, as it looked, sadly lost in the light red Dalí like sky.
As they came closer to the kite he understood that he was supposed to grab the kite by the tail, he got an impulse of doing so that he could not quite explain.
He grabbed the kite’s tale and felt himself lift from the back of the bird. The bird quickly disappeared behind a pink cloud leaving him and the kite alone with the red sky. The kite was flying slowly, not at all as fast as the fish or the bird had been flying with him, but then again the kite was very small and made of an old newspaper.
As they slowly passed a cloud he saw the green cellar door again (this time looking very much like any door except for the fact that it was floating in the air) and he knew that it was time to visit yet another world. The kite floated in the door’s direction and when he was close enough he grabbed the doorknob and floated through it, with the kite still in his hand.
***
This time the room did not have anything that he could consider beautiful, enchanting or even sweet - it was nothing but terrifying.
He was standing on a small dead looking piece of earth which was located in the middle of a ruin, he could not take one single step or he would fall because the kite had gone slack and hung loose from his grip. The ruin was so deep that he could not make out the bottom of it, and he doubted that he even wanted to know what horrifying things that could be found there.
Around the ruin there were black ghostlike skeletons of dead trees, still standing but looking as if they had been dipped in pure acid. The whole atmosphere of the place was dark grey and depressing, he found that he had a sweet rusty taste of blood growing in his mouth with every breath of the putrid vomit smelling that air he took - maybe it was toxic??
He searched for comfort and hope up in the sky, which had been so beautiful in all the other lands, but he was greatly disappointed when the sky that was looking down on him was dark brown and red, looking like coagulated blood. A flock of tiny black birds were flying in it but he saw them drop one by one down to the ground never to move again time after time; and he guessed with bitter knowledge that he air was killing them.
The light that had been lit inside his chest had now been put out and replaced by a growing cold. The cold made him feel faithless and lost.
And then a sudden high, and sharp sound made his heart beat increase. The sound was very much like the sound of a fork on a black board, and it came from the green cellar door.
The door was not floating behind him anymore, as it had when he stepped into it. Instead, it was hovering right above his head. A feeling of nauseous uneasiness washed over him as he took a closer look at the door. There were scratches on it, divided in fives and he knew they had been made by fingernails.
The green door opened and a tall, dark hooded creature flew straight through it. Its black coat and hood were so black that it actually looked as if the blackness of the place was being absorbed by it. There was a sort of halo of black light around it, a reverse-halo, glimmering and dark. The little skin being showed under the hood glowed white under its negative light, but his eyes glittered bright in the dark, almost lighting up its face; like emeralds. It looked inhuman.
He stood on the little piece of earth, paralyzed with fear, waiting for the hooded creature to make its move towards him. But it did not. Instead it shattered into billions of black shards of glass spreading itself all over the ruin. The noise of the shattering sounded like a million screaming women and a thousand crying ravens. He was curled into his foetus position rocking back and forth wishing the shattering would stop immediately. And it did. At this, the kite burst into flames. The ashes fell down the depth of the pitch black ruin and as he watched the grey ash he felt as if he had lost his best friend.
He peeked over his shoulder at the creature and was astonished by the sight that met his eyes. Right in front of him stood what must have been, he thought, an angel. An angel with wings of white and with shades like the ones in mother of pearl. The wings were sending out a bright, warming light which was much like a visible aura that made him feel safe and loved. The hair of the angel was shoulder length and chocolate brown, not golden as he always pictured it to be. The angel looked down at him, smiling a kind smile with its green eyes and then reached out its hand.
Without a thought he took hold of it desperately and together they lifted and flew over the black trees of the land, over the dead birds and over the black ruins.
They flew together hand in hand until they met the sunlight.
The End
…or is it the beginning?
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A/N: Things to have in mind while analyzing this story;
"The word ‘cellar door’ is considered the most beautiful constellation one can make in the English language"
(one of the things i had to think about when i wrote this was "MEETINGS" wich i decided so pretty much ignore (or did i??) so meh. i'm a badass. teacher won't be too happy, but i hate taking directions when i write or having these "norms" i have to follow. or at least i hated it the day i wrote this. i am quite a moody person)
This story is for You and for anyone. It is for Yourself to judge and make Your own conclusions form it. You may think it’s horrible or beautiful, whatever decisions You make it will reflect what kind of thoughts and views You have considering life and its mysteries.
This story was written by: Valentina Bender SP1d (<---my class...)
if you happen to read this and discover any HUGE gramatical mistakes, please let me know :)
THE GREEN CELLAR DOOR
His gaze fell upon a door. It was the only thing he was able make out because of the grey humid fog that surrounded him. The door was dark green and had a black polished doorknob and a black doorframe. It had no peephole. The whole place had a rather mysterious aura around it. The green door also gave him a sickening sensation that he could not quite put his finger on. It might have been because it reminded him of a forgotten dream where a green cellar door identical to this one had chased him through a deep forest tinted which had been with blood.
Nevertheless he felt a morbid attraction to the door. He needed to open it, needed to grasp that lack lustrous doorknob and turn it, hear that mechanical click of metal hitting metal and see what was hidden on its other side.
As he was about to take his first step towards the green cellar door he noticed that he was standing on a purple cloud. The cloud was solid yet soft to the touch, and even though the cloud was stable enough to stand on he felt as if the solidness would cease at any second and that he would be falling right through it at any second. But as soon as he lift his left foot, the cloud started to move. It was as if the cloud had read his mind and it slowly floated away with him on top towards the green door.
Funny, he thought when his face was a sugar spoon away from the door, it had seemed as if the door was his own height when he was standing further away from it. But now, standing closer to it, he had to tilt his head back and stand tiptoed just to reach the black doorknob, which was the considerable size of his own head.
For a split second he felt a bit silly actually, for insisting on opening the green cellar door even though there were no visible walls surrounding it, but he felt that it would be considered rude just to walk in without even using the main entrance. So he turned the doorknob using all his might until it clicked open. To his surprise the environment on this other side of the cellar door was shockingly different to the one he had recently been in.
It was hard to make out the floor and the walls from each other as it looked like they melted together. Also, they were black which added to the confusion as he could not see any shadows in the corners. The room therefore appeared to be circular. Or oval, he was not quite sure.
Instead of a ceiling he found himself admiring a clear night sky with a full moon and twinkling stars.
He had always thought the stars gave him inner peace they as they seemed so carefree and content looking to him. He had never beheld a view like the one he was witnessing at that moment; stars speckled on the black and purple blue sky like a million grains of crystal on black velvet; shining and sparkling, blinking and blistering, glittering and gleaming.
He laid down flat on his back with his feet pointing to the green cellar door. He focused his gaze at the stars and let his mind wander away.
And he could swear that he heard some soft humming coming from above, a high pitched female vocal with a comforting mother like ring. No, he shook away the thought; it couldn’t have been the stars…
***
As he laid there gazing at the stars he lost the track of time. He could have been laying there for minutes or for hours, the sky showed no sign of breaking into daylight anytime soon.
He could not help the guilty feeling that washed over him in waves for having lain under that amazing sky while he instead should have been searching for facts about this peculiar land he found himself in. So he rose to his feet and prepared himself to get on that purple cloud again on the other side of the green cellar door.
A few steps and he was facing the door again. Though this time, the green door had shrunk to half his height. He had to pinch the doorknob with his thumb and his index finger in order to open the door and he had to crawl his way through it on all four.
To his great bewilderment the place he saw on the other side of the door this time was not at all like it had been before. There was no purple cloud, nor any grey fog. The place looked like a scene from the deepest of oceans, though, he could breath; he even let out small bubbles as he opened his mouth. Surrounding him were rocks three times his own height and over his head swam enormous fish, coloured with the most eye striking greens, turquoises, pinks and yellows. Like an undersea rainbow dancing over his head. He got the impression that he might have shrunk, but did not give this much thought as the sight was so extraordinaire that it made him feel content, even happy, and somewhere inside his chest he felt as if a candle had been lit and it warmed him like a thousand suns.
One of the fishes looked down at him and suddenly came swimming towards him. First it was 100 feet away, then 50, then 20, then 10, then 5 feet and it didn’t stop until it had knocked him over and forced him to sit on its scaled back.
Together they swam away from the rocky bottom and towards the surface where the water looked clearer and clearer shades of not only blue, but also pink. The fish swam in such a high speed that he couldn’t tell if he was breathing or if he was holding his breath. Just as they broke the glittering surface he closed his eyes hard and hoped that he would not fall off the fish. He did not. As a matter of fact, he did not even feel the surface hit him, he just felt a change of air - it was warmer and softer. In his amazement he opened his eyes and noticed that the fish had spread out a pair of wings.
They were each twice the size of the fish and coloured dark green but decorated with silver scales making the wings glitter in a blinding bright light in the sunshine. It hurt his eyes to look at them so instead he fixed his eyes upon a tall pole standing in the middle of the ocean. The ocean, by the way, was very still, as if it was expecting something.
The pole was in a bright shade of gold, or at least it used to be, because the golden colour was flaking off exposing a greenish rusty colour. The golden flakes were constantly being carried away by the wind making it look like an eternal rain of gold heading north.
On the absolute top of the pole, something about 200 feet up the 3 peanut thick pole, there was a ring. A big ring. And the fish, he noticed, was heading in its direction. Accelerating its speed towards its goal, the fish made a perfect flying through the ring and turned into a bird; a green bird with silver wings.
The bird sang a tune he had heard somewhere before in a childhood memory and headed towards a kite without string that was flying effortlessly but, as it looked, sadly lost in the light red Dalí like sky.
As they came closer to the kite he understood that he was supposed to grab the kite by the tail, he got an impulse of doing so that he could not quite explain.
He grabbed the kite’s tale and felt himself lift from the back of the bird. The bird quickly disappeared behind a pink cloud leaving him and the kite alone with the red sky. The kite was flying slowly, not at all as fast as the fish or the bird had been flying with him, but then again the kite was very small and made of an old newspaper.
As they slowly passed a cloud he saw the green cellar door again (this time looking very much like any door except for the fact that it was floating in the air) and he knew that it was time to visit yet another world. The kite floated in the door’s direction and when he was close enough he grabbed the doorknob and floated through it, with the kite still in his hand.
***
This time the room did not have anything that he could consider beautiful, enchanting or even sweet - it was nothing but terrifying.
He was standing on a small dead looking piece of earth which was located in the middle of a ruin, he could not take one single step or he would fall because the kite had gone slack and hung loose from his grip. The ruin was so deep that he could not make out the bottom of it, and he doubted that he even wanted to know what horrifying things that could be found there.
Around the ruin there were black ghostlike skeletons of dead trees, still standing but looking as if they had been dipped in pure acid. The whole atmosphere of the place was dark grey and depressing, he found that he had a sweet rusty taste of blood growing in his mouth with every breath of the putrid vomit smelling that air he took - maybe it was toxic??
He searched for comfort and hope up in the sky, which had been so beautiful in all the other lands, but he was greatly disappointed when the sky that was looking down on him was dark brown and red, looking like coagulated blood. A flock of tiny black birds were flying in it but he saw them drop one by one down to the ground never to move again time after time; and he guessed with bitter knowledge that he air was killing them.
The light that had been lit inside his chest had now been put out and replaced by a growing cold. The cold made him feel faithless and lost.
And then a sudden high, and sharp sound made his heart beat increase. The sound was very much like the sound of a fork on a black board, and it came from the green cellar door.
The door was not floating behind him anymore, as it had when he stepped into it. Instead, it was hovering right above his head. A feeling of nauseous uneasiness washed over him as he took a closer look at the door. There were scratches on it, divided in fives and he knew they had been made by fingernails.
The green door opened and a tall, dark hooded creature flew straight through it. Its black coat and hood were so black that it actually looked as if the blackness of the place was being absorbed by it. There was a sort of halo of black light around it, a reverse-halo, glimmering and dark. The little skin being showed under the hood glowed white under its negative light, but his eyes glittered bright in the dark, almost lighting up its face; like emeralds. It looked inhuman.
He stood on the little piece of earth, paralyzed with fear, waiting for the hooded creature to make its move towards him. But it did not. Instead it shattered into billions of black shards of glass spreading itself all over the ruin. The noise of the shattering sounded like a million screaming women and a thousand crying ravens. He was curled into his foetus position rocking back and forth wishing the shattering would stop immediately. And it did. At this, the kite burst into flames. The ashes fell down the depth of the pitch black ruin and as he watched the grey ash he felt as if he had lost his best friend.
He peeked over his shoulder at the creature and was astonished by the sight that met his eyes. Right in front of him stood what must have been, he thought, an angel. An angel with wings of white and with shades like the ones in mother of pearl. The wings were sending out a bright, warming light which was much like a visible aura that made him feel safe and loved. The hair of the angel was shoulder length and chocolate brown, not golden as he always pictured it to be. The angel looked down at him, smiling a kind smile with its green eyes and then reached out its hand.
Without a thought he took hold of it desperately and together they lifted and flew over the black trees of the land, over the dead birds and over the black ruins.
They flew together hand in hand until they met the sunlight.
The End
…or is it the beginning?
----------------------------------------------------------
A/N: Things to have in mind while analyzing this story;
"The word ‘cellar door’ is considered the most beautiful constellation one can make in the English language"
(one of the things i had to think about when i wrote this was "MEETINGS" wich i decided so pretty much ignore (or did i??) so meh. i'm a badass. teacher won't be too happy, but i hate taking directions when i write or having these "norms" i have to follow. or at least i hated it the day i wrote this. i am quite a moody person)
This story is for You and for anyone. It is for Yourself to judge and make Your own conclusions form it. You may think it’s horrible or beautiful, whatever decisions You make it will reflect what kind of thoughts and views You have considering life and its mysteries.
This story was written by: Valentina Bender SP1d (<---my class...)