Novel & Cerita Door Door Fruit

I just can't believe it looked like I never left. Grandma opened the cabinet filled with small baskets of fruits. Oranges, green apples, blue and black berries which I don't know where they get those, mangoes, guava which I haven't tasted that in my life, pineapple, dragon fruit which I wonder if Emilia Clarke the mother of dragons in Game Of Thrones planted those like how she raised her dragon offspring, kerson fruit berries and some fruit I never seen before. I looked around and recognized paintings with my signature. Paintings I threw last year. I wonder how these stuffs got here.

My eyes caught a glimpse of something behind the plant—a small wooden door partially hidden from view. Curious, I approached the plant with cautious steps. I pushed its leaves aside gently, revealing the wooden door nestled within the greenery. It looked weathered, as if it had been there for ages. Without hesitation, I reached for the door handle, half-expecting it to be locked or lead to a forgotten storage space. To my surprise, the door swung open easily, revealing a narrow pathway that disappeared into darkness. “I don’t think Dario is there Isla.” Nima said in a disturbed voice.

All the students sat in front of the richly laden tables and had a quiet lunch in the great hall of Elmbridge School of Magic. The tables were full of all kinds of goodies, all kinds of fruits from all over the world such as bananas, grapes, mango, pineapples or purple oranges, but also rare fruits that sceptics wouldn’t have the courage to try. Such as wild strawberries, as tiny as a bead and sour like pickled cucumber and sweet blackberries hotter than any known pepper, found only in the depths of the Ancient Forest. And of course, in Rujnoiu’s shop ...

Ain't I trespassing? Tsk. My hands ran faster than my brain did. I gripped the door handle already, even before I thought it was wrong. Why did I want to go in? No clue. B—but, isn't there something special behind this wooden door? I wanted to know, wanted to explore even though it was none of my business. Just this once. Just this once, I'd walk in then I'd turn around and slam the door behind me and run away if I find nothing interesting.

"I can kick it down…" "No," Elle said with eyes closed. "The door is connected to this tunnel. One brutal kick and the whole place comes down on us." "Wow, so, any idea how to pick a magical door open?" Gomez asked whimsically. "You use the same magic to counter it," Leaf said, cracking her knuckles as pink sparkling dust fell from her hands. She slammed her palms on the door, and like a fingerprint key, pink lines printed on the door. The lines extended everywhere, drawing a flower on it. The bronze slowly withered into wood, each piece falling off to the ground. In less than six minutes, the bronze door had become a beautiful wooden door.

She reappeared about an hour later and paused outside the orphanage door. “Show me your wares lady,” Hester said kindly. Alexa held up the pear again. “This is the best lady. You will not be disappointed.” Hester reached and took the fruit. She inspected it. Almost immediately she felt the cut in the fruit and frowned. Hester applied pressure and part of the fruit slid away. Hester glimpsed a piece of paper in the hollow where the seed usually was. She looked from the fruit to the girl who waited with head bowed. She slid the fruit together again.

Nobody was getting through that door. Nobody.

Amanda said and ended the call professionally. The Japanese Cedar door was carved from a very expensive Cupressaceae, yet it was very light in mass and reflected light rays that beamed on them. The glass sheet that was fixated between a frame made it look more exceptional. "I'll get the door" one of the security officers said and headed for the door to open it. It was Blake! Amanda was perplexed! She never expected to see Blake at this hour of the night. Although, she knew that Blake and her father had some sort of business correlation.

The only option left to unveil the answer is to open it. Sliding the medium-sized metal rod locking the door from the inside, Lady Francesca gingerly opened the door. It produced small sound of creaking as evident of its long stagnancy. She grasped on her realization. The door led to an empty space with few small tents as if serving as an extension of the main flee market inside. It was then, things started to sink in her mind. The door she just opened was one of the emergency door meant to be use only in cases of emergency like sudden fire outbreaks, earthquakes etc.

Frankie instructed. I scrambled over to the door and removed the chair she shoved under the handle. Then I gave a couple of good yanks on the door, but it wouldn’t budge. I called out, “It’s stuck Frankie, we had to work hard to get in here. Can you try to force it open?” “Okay then stand clear, just in case the door breaks or something.” Frankie replied. With that Frankie counted to 3 and then the guys all rammed through the door.