Door Door Fruit Novels & Stories

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.

“I draw them every night.” “Then Ian must have drawn them back himself.” “I suppose so,” Megan shrugged. I strode to the door. It was unlocked. I stepped through it on to the terrace which joined the drive on the right; on the left it led up to a red brick wall. “The fruit garden,” Merryweather told me. “There is a door leading into it further along, but we always lock it after eight o’clock.” I nodded, re-entered the library, Glenn Merryweather following.

I asked and she nodded. "Fine, I'll get you some fruits.." I said and immediately placed a call to get some fresh fruits delivered to us immediately. A few minutes later the fruits arrived as I had ordered and they were delivered. "Who's there?" I asked after I got a knock from the door. "Who's there?" I asked. "It's me Don, the fruits you ordered have been delivered." The maid who was standing outside said. "Alright, the fruits are here." I said with a little smile as I got the door open for her.

According to what my eyes calculated, it was a ten-acre plot of land that had a scrub and a little garden at one end with lemon, guava, banana, and avocado trees that were fully loaded with ripe fruits. Before I knew it, I had arrived at the main entrance of the house. It was a very large door that could accommodate twenty to twenty-five people passing through at the same time. It had a perfectly designed eight-foot-long door that looked like a caved image of a lion, painted black, with a shiny white golden knob in the exact middle, which was so tempting that you would be definitely tempted to turn those handles.

Dave saw his opportunity and threw the Mandala Mind Catching Fruit to where Debra was as Yusof was contemplating that. The fruit shot through the air and sped directly toward Debra. At first, Debra did not care about the fruit when she saw it coming at her. She looked at it contemptuously and raised her hand to slice the fruit into half. The fruit immediately released a clear poison into the air as soon as it was cut open. Although Debra detected a powerful fruity scent, she was uninterested in it. "You disgusting man! Are you really only capable of defeating me through ambush?

"Okay, you wait for me at home, I'll be back soon." David drove along the highway, the small roadside shops closed. When he passed a 24-hour grocery store, David got out of the car and went in, at the grocery store he found a box of chopped fruit for sale with kiwi, guava, mango, papaya, and melon inside. watermelon. So he called the store clerk and bought out all the fruit boxes he had. When he got home, he put the fruit in a bowl and called Ella into the dining room.

I stand in the doorway for a second listening, they are discussing me. “Am I interrupting something?” I ask then take a bite out of the apple, flavour explodes in my mouth, I moan around the apple. “Wow, these are so juicy, I must take some home Angelo would love them” The dragon smirks, before his eyes look at the book and he stands making his way towards me.

Daisy ran after them, barking with her little pink tongue out as chased them from behind. She seemed to also be thrilled. Cherry pressed a button on the side of the door and pressed her fingerprint on the sensor then a beeped sound was heard from the door as it slid open.

I wrapped the duvet tightly around my body, like I had a fever, and quietly opened the door. “Where’s the kitchen?” I whispered to myself. After walking around for a moment, I spotted it. The door was slightly open. And fruits sat in a bowl at the center table. There were too many of them. My stomach twisted in joy. I sneaked in and quickly grabbed as many fruits as I could, hiding them inside the duvet. But as I turned to leave, I heard it. A low, inhuman moan. I froze. Slowly, I glanced toward the living room.

he said, peeling bananas for me. "No, you must eat something." I dropped the banana that he gave me and asked him to eat his food, not taking no for an answer. He was able to eat more due to my persistence. I ate some fruits and he escorted me back to my room. "I changed the code of this door to your birth date so that it would be easier for you to remember whenever you want to open the door." he informed me and I looked at him dumbfounded. "How... How did you know my birth date?"