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DGTempe's Dear Diary entry. DD

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posted on May, 23 2006 @ 01:11 PM
Dear diary,

Today I awoke to the feel of my sheer curtains kissing my lips. As I opened my eyes, a flash jolted my very soul. I remember the thunder rolling off in the distance and I vaguely remembered it was supposed to rain. Another rainy day, I thought. I opened my eyes and before I could focus I saw that my bedroom closet was open. Could I have been so sleepy the night before that I actually did not close it? Everyone knows what could happen with an open closet door. I left the portal open to dark and strange things that can lurk in the night. That very thought motivated me to get up. After a quick check, I realized that all was ok. I was spared this time.
Dear Diary, why do strange things happen to me? I still remember when I went to a Sandwich shoppe and its motto was “There isn’t any sandwich we can’t make”…I asked for a club cheeseburger sandwich and the owner asked me” How the hell do you make that”? Or the time I went to Boston in business attire and stepped inside the hoop of a dog’s leach and the dog took off with me, dragging me almost a block? Or even the time I tripped in Wellesley Hills and rolled all the way down the bottom of the hill?? Anyway, Diary, that is all in the past now. I am now older, wiser and more careful. I will not embarrass myself in my old age. I must remember to get that closet door fixed.
Maybe a lock would be in order. Anyway, see you later, Dear Diary.

posted on Jun, 2 2006 @ 03:40 PM
I would like permission to add-to this story.
Thank you.

posted on Jun, 2 2006 @ 03:43 PM

Originally posted by SIEGE

I would like permission to add-to this story.
Thank you.
Sure- why not??
Play nice.

posted on Jun, 2 2006 @ 04:57 PM
The rain did come, pounding against the house so loud that sleep was
impossible. Gusts of wind picked up loose debris and tossed it here and there.
She wandered downstairs, making her way to the kitchen to find something
to eat. Another flash of lightning lit up the house for a brief second, and she
began to count; one-thousand and one, one thousand and two, one thousand and
three, one thou....boom! Close!
Grabbing a sandwich and a cold glass of milk, she moved into the dining room,
clutching her diary under her arm all the while. Getting older meant nothing if
you couldn't talk with your diary, if you couldn't write together about the strange
things that made your life so interesting and so complete. Taking a big bite of
sandwich, she softly caressed the outer cover of the diary, lovingly turning the
pages until she reached her latest entry. As she picked up the pen to write,
something creaked upstairs.

posted on Jun, 3 2006 @ 05:30 AM
Very nice- You are obviously a much better writer than i am.

You should start an entry in "Short Stories"- See how that goes for you!

OR- whats the harm? We can keep adding to this one! Be my guest!

Anyone who would like to continue this story, go ahead.

posted on Jun, 5 2006 @ 10:04 AM
The pen dropped out of her hand, rolled to the edge of the table, and fell to the
floor. She gazed up the stairs briefly and then decided to go and investigate.
Outside, wind and rain continued to batter everything, turning the neighborhood
into a war-zone.
Reaching the top of the stairs, she immediately saw that the closet door was open
again. She reached for the doorknob and pulled the door completely open, and
stepped in. Everything was as it was supposed to be. The sheets and linens were
folded neatly and stacked on a shelf in the right corner. In the left corner, a small
dresser with some of her favorite pictures. Nothing out of the ordinary. Of course,
she didn't have her diary with her, and she knew that if she did, the closet would
not be as it was now, quiet and peaceful.
Walking into this closet with her diary in her hand would change everything. The
closet turned into a portal of sorts when she entered with her diary, allowing her
to actually "live-out" her latest entries exactly as she had written them. It had been
her secret for years, her secret escapes, her secret life.
She'd write the fantasies, the diary would magically inhibit the words, and the closet would "make it happen". But only when she stepped inside with her diary !

posted on Jun, 5 2006 @ 12:57 PM
I somehow went from the collaborative writing forum into short stories,
and not seeing Worldwatcher's contest post was unaware of the "DD"
entries. I apologize.

posted on Jun, 5 2006 @ 01:44 PM
Not a problem at all. I did not win any prize- not surprising!!!

You may add to this if you want.

posted on Jun, 5 2006 @ 03:03 PM
I will follow your next addition if I may.
I'm anxious to see where you'll take us now.
Looking forward to your spin.

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