Door Number Five

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To Read is to Feed your Soul, your Mind your hole being. Do you know that Reading is the New Black?

“The Stairs”

Randy is the kind of guy that could eat literature for breakfast, but sometimes the body doesn’t agree, then you need real food. So, he finding what was hidden on the other side of that door over there  was truly an adventure.

People used to say that the total building was haunted, so one of his friends dared him to go inside in exchange of 20 dollars, but only if he lasted 20 minutes in there.

Because it was the exact money that he needed; he said yes.

Once he was in; he walked around to make time fly fast and then he decided to walk up the stairs, at the moment that he was doing that something quiet magical happened to each of the stairs. He noticed that later on.

They became literature treasure boxes, each one hide a book inside and other stuff related with the book. He couldn’t believe what was going on. At that moment, everything in there felt like christmas. It seemed like the best day of his life, it couldn’t be any better, but it could; for some reason he went upstairs again and when he returned he realized that the stairs changed into other treasures. So after 20 minutes Randy went out the door with a fear face to hide his great happiness, to hide the secret and ask right away for his money and run.

When he saw his friends leave the scene of the crime, he went back in and discover the rest of the magic that came directly from the stairs. Then a voice in the background said:

“Welcome home”

and just like that the door was closed.

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Published by: sserrat

I'm the new black, but in color and that color is all the words that come up from inside my head. Fact: This Blog is for me to feel like a real writer. It's just like the feeling that the characters from the movie "you got mail" felt when those words appeared on the screen, that's how I feel when I clicked on P.U.B.L.I.S.H.E.D. That's just a great feeling. I can't see myself no writing in the sense of forever. Writing is magic and when you read me becomes true and when you comment starts to scream. I just love it. A place to be, to let myself go.

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