The Objects
Your in a room and you only have a hammer or a pickaxe to choose and you are surounded by 100 layers of metal witch one would you pick?
Help
My sister (Lilah) screamed in pain and in shock I ran,I didn’t exactly know where I was going to run to,I just ran.I ran for my life not knowing what to do when realisation hit me in the face. Lilah needed me.She obviously screamed for a reason,she needed help. I ran back into the house stupidly knowing that whatever was in there would get me to but i didn’t care if it meant that I could save my sister I did not have a care in the world wether I could get out or not.This was officially the scariest moment of my life
The room of…
Through the blue door,
There was a bright blue world of water full of fish.
Through the blue door,
There was a room of paper ready to give people cuts.
Through the blue door,
There was a room of money ready to be spent.
Through the blue door,
There was a world of COVID 19 wanting to infect humanity.
Through the blue door,
There was a world of sanitiser to help fight off germs.
The rooms of colourful wonder
Go and open the green door,
maybe you will find a emerald sparkling in the sunlight,
overgrown grass or
a green apple hanging from a tree.
Go and open the blue door,
maybe you will see the ocean lapping at the shore,
the sky hovering above you or
a deflated blue balloon.
Go and open the red door,
maybe there’s a pool of lava,
a rose between two thorns
or a pair of eyes staring at you.
Go and open the pink door,
maybe there are pigs rolling in mud,
a tongue licking an ice cream
or a tulip in a plant pot.
Go and open the brown door,
maybe there is a violin playing sad tunes by itself,
a bear rubbing its back against a tree
or a bench awaiting to be sat on.
Go and open the yellow door,
maybe you will see the sun shining on a sandy beach,
a stick of butter melting on a counter
or a piece of lemon fizzing in your mouth.
go and open the door…
Go and open the white door,
Maybe you will see,
the smooth coat of a white rabbit,
Wearing a suit and bearing a golden pocket watch,
Or a snow capped mountain,
in the cold baran land of the himalayas.
Go and open the blue door,
Maybe you will see a face with a wry smile,
That is that is empty and sad,
Or the frigid atlantic full of crisp,polar ice caps.
Go and open the green door,
Perhaps you will smell the bleak spring air,
Can you feel it stinging the end of your nose,
Or maybe you will observe the dew dropped grass,
After a night of an intense rainfall.
Go and open the orange door,
You may see the embers of a roaring fire,
A volcano spitting out scorching hot lava,
Or the exotic fruit of the tropics.
Through the doors
Go and open the black door,
Maybe there is a dark room
As dark as ever with ruby red eyes staring through your
Soul waiting to eat you up whole.
Go and open the golden door,
Maybe there is a golden pathway
Pathway with tons and tons of golden coins inside huge pots
Leading you to victory.
Go and open the blue door,
Maybe there are thousands of sank ships
Slowly rotting away with an iceberg feeling as vicious as ever waiting for its
Next prey.
Go and open the red door,
Maybe there are chains with vermillion red stains on them
With an angry wolf patiently waiting to capture anybody who passes.
through the door
Through the pink door,
there were trees of candyfloss
and pink flamingos dancing in
strawberry juice.
Through the orange door,
there were balls of flames
like the sun falling from the sky.
Through the blue door,
the the butterflies were fluttering
their elegant wings.
Through the green door,
maybe there’s the smell of
fresh cut grass and limes growing
on trees.
Through the grey door,
Maybe there is grey ashes
or a fire or maybe even
a soul from the past.
colourful doors
Go and open the darkest door,
maybe you’ll find a spider scuttling
corner to corner,
haunted hollows dancing in the moonlight
Or a man dressed in all black.
Go and open the red door,
Maybe you’ll find a pricy ruby,
poppies falling down from the sky
Or blood curdling screams.
Go and open the blue door,
Maybe you’ll find the pacific ocean,
A pair of bright blue eyes staring into
Your soul
Or a scaly blue fish.
Go and open the yellow door,
Maybe you’ll find the sunny sunshine,
Daffodils swaying side to side
Or a far away star.
Go and open the orange door,
Maybe you’ll find a plump pumpkin,
monarch butterflies flying in circles
Or a breathtaking sunset.
The Series of Random Doors
Go and open the blue door,
Maybe there are
Bundles of azurite waiting to be mined,
A mining company depending on opals,
Or a blue eye’s reflection through the window.
Go and open the yellow door,
Maybe there will be a yellow pepper growing in the field,
The glow of a firefly in the dark,
Or a bright bonfire.
Go and open the red door,
Maybe you will see a tree blooming with red grapefruits,
A plate of pork pies and ketchup,
Or a stalk of raspberries.
Go and open the white door,
Maybe you will see a sky full of clouds,
A bag of flour,
Or a white tulip.
Go and open the black door,
Maybe you will smell the scent of black pepper in a kitchen,
A garden of black fuschia,
Or the dark of night.
Go and open the green door,
Maybe you will hear the ruffling of grass being blown in the breeze,
A spitfire shooting through the atmosphere,
Or a leaf being stepped on.
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