Class 1 A Door Novels & Stories

, i should have kept a mental note of the class number. On reaching the last class down the phase one hall, my hand landing on the doorknob, I pushed the door open. I halted tragically on the spot at the same time a head snapped to my direction. My jaw slacked, almost dropping down the floor as my eyes buldged out widenly

It possessed a geometry that was too perfect for the rough, organic interior of the hut. It was a Door. The frame shimmered with a faint, violet luminescence, pulsing gently like a slow heartbeat. The center of the door was a swirling vortex of black, but deep within that blackness, Ressi could see faint glimmers, like distant galaxies spinning in a void. It looked deep—impossibly deep. The fire in the hearth seemed to shrink away from it. The temperature in the hut plummeted. Fear, cold and primal, washed over him. He scrambled backward until his back hit the reed door he had been about to open. "Mungu wangu," he whispered.

Sebastian stated. Looking at the long hallway with tons of doors, K Whatever nodded, “It’s fine, let’s just think we are playing ‘Guess That Door’ game. More surprises to come~” “Pft,” Sebastian chuckles. “Don’t forget rule number one,” K Whatever reminded him. Sebastian nodded, “I know how to bite my tongue, don’t worry,” “Good,” K Whatever chose the first door to the right and opened it to see a room filled with mops, buckets, and other things to use for cleaning, “It’s a storage,”

Amelia dreamed of doors. Not normal doors. Not the chipped white one from her bedroom at home, or the dark wooden one of Room 317, or even the iron-banded entrance to Waycross Academy. These doors stood in a hallway that had no ceiling and no end. Some were tall enough for giants to walk through. Some were so small that she would have had to crawl through them on her hands and knees. Some were carved with symbols that hurt to look at. Others had no handles at all. One door breathed slowly in its frame, expanding and contracting like something asleep.

She answers politely. “Oh ok, that’s fine.” I mutter. We approach a door with a golden plaque which read: School Office “There you go, Lync. I may see you in class.” She chuckles. I nod and knock on the wooden door. “Come in.” A voice shouts from behind the door. I slowly push the handle down and nuzzle the door open. “Lync McCarthy, sir. I’m a new student.” I announce to him. “Ah, yes. Come over to my desk, sir. We will arrange everything for you.” He instructs.

I stare at him like the poor vampire has lost his mind, but he seems to be in too good of a mood to acknowledge my staring. Kieran turns around and places his hand on my back to push me forward a little. We reach a bright red door, and he stops again. "Alright, each door is a different colour to make it easier for everyone to find their way around and find the shit they need. Yes, I could label the doors too, but I don't think a first-timer would like to walk past the door that has the word "DILDOS" written all over it." Kieran laughs at his joke, but I remain silent. If only I knew what he's trying to describe. "The red door is for clothes - playtime outfits, Arena clothes, or anything you

“Juvia, there is a keypad on the door. Could you put in a code. Any code, just make sure its one that you will remember.” I looked at him and cocked my head before stepping over to the door and finding the keypad. I punched looked behind me and as I did, Nate and Leon both turned away. 010516. My school locker number was the only one that sprung to mind. I hit enter and nothing happened. “Okay, that is now the code for the door. Type it again.” Leon said and I did. The door clicked 3 times and then I pulled the handle down and the door opened.

Luckily, before any violence can ensue, the steel door squeaks open and a man in a black uniform calls for us. Arthur is first to head through the door with me at his heel, Roman stays a moment longer giving one final hard look at the man still seated in the corner. Through the door is a long windowless hallway, only illuminated by a single naked lightbulb dangling from the ceiling. Along the wall are more of the steel doors, sealed shut. There’s a rectangular slit carved into the doors just wide enough to slip a hand through, but even they are closed. A number is engraved on each slit, and I wonder if that’s for the person or the room itself. For Bess’s sake, I hope it’s only for the room.

Hank had assigned Frederick to Class 17, the only Class C in the senior year. As soon as Frederick entered the hallway, he was greeted by a loud commotion. It was class time now, and he approached Class 17 with a frown. The windows were completely covered with black paper, making it impossible to see inside. He tried to turn the doorknob, but it wouldn’t budge. Then, he knocked on the door. The noise inside continued, and no one came to open the door for a long time.

Papa- you have my credit card with you right? I looked inside my bag, I think I forgot to pick it up from the table. Nope, here it is. I did as papa told me. Me- Done. Take care. I turned around to see Trio standing behind me. "Shall we go? Break is about to end." Asked Saachi. I nodded. I followed them through the crowded corridors. The LR. 19 was on the first floor, on the extreme corner of the left wing of building. Our department was fan of extreme corner I thought. I entered the class and looked around. "Last class was better." I whispered.