The Door Appeared When I Was Alone
This is my creative take on a writing prompt. These are unedited and written without any plotting. I allow about 30 minutes to thoughts flow.
The Prompt
The door only appeared when I was alone, and only when I wished I wasn’t.
My Creative Take
The door only appeared when I was alone, and only when I wished I wasn’t.
And I was always alone, always wishing.
I was the last of my bloodline. Everyone else was gone, dead and buried, leaving only me behind. When my thoughts drifted to mortality, to the inevitability of my own end, that’s when the door would come.
It never arrived with fanfare. It simply emerged, subtly, on an unsuspecting wall nearby. Blood-red, pulsing faintly as if it were alive. Sometimes, it radiated warmth. Other times, it felt like death itself waited on the other side, not threatening but… inviting.
What if the door was a way back to them? A path to the family I longed to see again. What if it offered peace, a release from the anxious tangle that kept me tied to a world that only ever drowned me in grief?
Tonight, I’ll open that door and take a step through.
And if it consumes me, so be it. At least then, I won’t be alone in a world where I was never meant to be.
My Thoughts
What would you do if you were the last of your bloodline? That’s kind of a scary thought. To think about when you die, your bloodline dies. For some reason, my mind went in this direction when I read this prompt.
