Door Door Fruit Novels & Stories

But I'm not my father, and Killian isn't the slightest like him either. Daria grins at me. "My right hook is pretty mighty too, even though I haven't used it in a while. I could beat Killian to a pulp—the guy is a kitten compared to me. I'm a total beast." More laughter erupts from my throat until I hear a knock on the door that I certainly didn't expect. I fill with dread and inhale—I have this inkling it's my brother who has arrived. I saw his photo on Mintagram. Killian was buying food from the airport.

“You do know the apple isn't really an apple, right?” I dropped it back in the bowl, my face flushing slightly in embarrassment. “Sorry…” Clyde beckoned me over, walking deeper into the tiny space. He stopped in front of another door — but this one wasn't locked this time — and put his fingers in what looked like a handle and pulled to the side. The door slid open, and realisation dawned on me — it was obviously one of those sliding doors, and I was also very obviously an idiot.

Literally. I open my eyes to the surrounding darkness—three spotlights come on, illuminating one unique door each. On the left stands one made of stone, intricate designs carved in its rusted metallic frame. A light blue one stands with snow covering its edges and pilling at the bottom to the right. The one I face, the middle door, is made of dark brown wood with little glass windows all around, providing an insight into what's behind it—green vegetation dancing with the wind, possibly a forest. Claw marks are imprinted in its center.

I walked to my brother's door and knocked. “Knock knock”. I waited for him to answer, hoping he didn't answer with a flying dagger. With my brother sometimes, you'll never know. “WHAT?” I hear him shout from the other side of the door. “Open the door, I'm sorry about earlier. c'mon don't be like that, I brought fruit wine”. I plead to get Kai to open up the door. The door creaked open. Making a sound that irritated my ears like the wails of batflys, I cringed.

He opens it and pushes the door open wide enough. He gestures to me, "after you." I step in, and there is a wall facing me, a vast mirror hanging on said wall encased in a gorgeous molding pattern, with a mid-height table that leans on the wall just below the mirror, which had a fruit bowl on it full of what looked like fresh fruits. I saw apples, pears, grapes, oranges, and a bunch of bananas. "Oh, sweet," I commented.

Now if he could just stop thinking about her. Switching mental gears, curious to see how the roof construction was configured around the oak tree, he reached for the door and noticed the long brass handles were actually flamingoes shaped as . . . He bent down for a closer look. “Croquet mallets?” The whole town was certifiable. He was thinking maybe his branch of the family had escaped the Cove to save their sanity when the door swung open and he had to jerk back to keep from being smacked directly in the face with a flamingo mallet.

"Thank you doctor. " Drake walks the doctor out and I head into the kitchen to make coffee. The door to the living room closes and I hear Drake's footsteps behind me. "Did you have a good night? " "Yes thank you and you? " He doesn't answer and considers my cup of coffee with a strange eye, then he walks behind the counter and sets a plate of fresh fruit down for me. I take some grapes and put them in my mouth, the juicy fruit then exploded under the force of my teeth. I close my eyes to let the flavor of the fruit fill my mouth. I take another fruit and I crack inside, the fruit is so juicy that the juice flows from my lips to my throat. When I open my eyes, I meet Drake's gaze on me. A str

Nevertheless, even though he had said he trusted Grace, he wasn't so reckless as to fully trust a stranger in a bizarre world like this. Staring at the metal door, Adro took a step back to look at it from bottom to top and repeated it. ‘This is strange. How do I open it? Those people brought Grace to the room too quickly earlier, so I didn't have a chance to observe more how they used this door. He touched the door and clucked because there were no knobs on its surface. The door was made of metal, like the doors to the treasure rooms in the castle. However, there were two doors, and in the middle of them was a box with two round buttons glowing yellow.

she muttered to herself as she rolled on her bed before springing up suddenly at a point “Do we have any fruit in this forest? Did you sight any fruit tree around?” she asked the maid closer to her “Yes my lady, we have the tangerine tree in the forest but if you are in need of some, we can get for you at the storage tent since it’s dark already” the maid replied and she gave out an evil laugh “Don’t worry about getting me some from the storage, I suddenly crave for fresh ones” she replied and the maid opened her mouth in shock

Pushing silently against the rigid, heavy barrier. “No,” Reyland replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “What do you mean, ‘no’? Open the damn door!” Dorien boomed, banging twice on the wood-covered steel door, then kicking it once, below the handle. The door did not budge. There was silence on Reyland’s end. Dorien placed his forehead against the door, slowing his breathing as his shoulders heaved. “Reyland! Let me in…” Dorien called out placatingly, resting both palms on the solid barricade, pushing the door with more strength.