Door Number 14


Hi there!

Everybody has their own story to tell but also their own secrets.


When they arrived to the ghost house, they all met and chatted and later on James said: “Who is missing in telling me their story?”

“No, no” -said Carmen-


“You owe me your story, remember?”


“Hey!, I got an idea” -said Sally-

“What’s that?” -they asked-

“Why don’t you interview eachother?”

“That sounds like a good plan” -said Carmen-

“You start then” -said James-

“What is love to you?”

“That’s easy, love is her”

“That’s cute, now is your turn”

“Why are you the Spanish Muse?”

“Well, Spanish is a language that I used very often, because that is my first language and the muse thing is because I always inspire want to inspire people, help them, that’s my gift, I always find the right words. So, tell me why do you think you get all these crazy ideas?”

“Not all of them are crazy or were crazy. I don’t know the reason, I just get a feeling and I need to let it out before explodes inside my head”

“Why didn’t you tell me anything of this when I complained to you about your crazy ideas and you wanting all the time making them come true?”

“I guess I’ve never felt the need, but I guess I should have”

“Never mind” -said Sally and then asked- “Hey Carmen!, what does that tattoo mean?”

When Sally asked that question was like she was asking for a secret. In response Carmen excused herself and went to her room…..

PS. Why did she excuse herself? What is she hiding?



Traducción de la Puerta 14


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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