Door Number 19


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“Dark VS Light”

When Sally was pulled inside the wall it was like going through a door of inspiration; those were the last dropes of power from the Spanish Muse. All the images Sally saw were like clues of what to do next and then, suddenly she was on the other side so she went to find Susie and brought her to Carmen’s room, she took her earphones off and Susie started speaking in that strange language and Carmen started to loose power while the other Carmen welcome her strainght back into her body. Then she said “lets all go to the yellow room”, but for some reason she forgot where it was, but Sally remembered something she read in Rain’s notebook and said “it is in the backyard behind the bushes”.

When they arrived there they noticed that all the backyard was sorrounded by bushes. For some reason Uncle Fred said “lets look in the bushes where you can see some kind of yellow” and that was a fantastic idea; later on they found the place. When they were all inside; one by one started to remember the last moments when they were alive and just like that a shinning bright light appear out of nowhere and they went through it and move on. Then James and Sally heard a big noise out there and it was the building falling apart with the screams of Carmen, dark Carmen and she was gone.

It was time for the other Carmen to go as well. She needed to go somewhere else to inspire because she in fact was a muse and not a ghost.

When she disapeared into the thin air everything around became a little blurry, they started dancing in bed and then they woke up to realize that everything was a dream, a really strange dream.


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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