Novel & Cerita Red Door Yellow Door Stories

They were standing on green grasses; the air was fresh and clean, the sky turns bright and sunny. While enjoying the beautiful view, they noticed the two doors. The one looks like the door they have seen before the court disappeared. It is beautiful, a colorful one which is located at the right of them. It looks like the door to paradise. The other door looks like a scary door, it has spider webs surrounding it, it blinks white, red and black. It looks like the door to hell. It has also a tag on its door knob. They were looking at the two doors but suddenly, the rain falls so hard. They looked around but there's no houses nor buildings to shed. They noticed both doors are blinking, signs tha

I don't blame them though, It wouldn't do any good if everyone is in a panic state luckily most of the pack members were safe I ventured the hallway looking at nothing but photos, when I suddenly came across a particular door that had a different color than the rest, my curiosity got the better of me so I opened up the door and made my way inside The room itself wasn't that interesting but somehow I knew it held mysteries, it looked like an ordinary study room with a small siting area and book shelves filling out the rest of the room I looked around the room gliding my hands across the books that looked interesting but found nothing out of the ordinary, just as I was about to give up and hea

He said as she looked around the room. “So should I go?” She asked. “Yes.” He said, and then he got up and stretched. Then he winced at his arm when he moved it. “However, open the door, look outside, and then shut the door quickly. When they aren’t there, don’t do or say anything. Just come back in and lock the door.” “That sounds too easy,” Haven said. “They will think you wish to play, then. It will be about a half an hour, and then they will do it again.” Mack said. “It will continue the entire night. Know that darkness surrounds the house. They think they have the advantage here.”

I wasn’t planning to break anything today. Not locks. Not rules. Not even my own promises. But there I was, standing in front of a door Matteo had explicitly told me never to open. The red room. It wasn’t just locked. It was sealed like a secret. Like it was guarding something so dangerous, even the walls didn’t want to remember. But I needed answers. Not whispers. Not warnings. Real ones. So I picked the lock. The click echoed in the hallway. It sounded too loud, too final. But I pushed the door open anyway.

⸻ At the center of the library… A new door had appeared. Not black. Not silver. ⸻ White. ⸻ Pure white. ⸻ A door nobody had seen before. ⸻ Even the Keeper of Stories looked confused. 😨 ⸻ “That shouldn’t exist.” ⸻ The Witness narrowed its eye. 👁️ ⸻ “It’s not part of the story.” ⸻ The Writer stepped backward. ⸻ Because he recognized something terrifying. ⸻ The door wasn’t written. ⸻

While I was making my research, I noticed other doctors looking at me weirdly. I tried to ignore it, seeing as I already got used to the side remarks but today's looks felt different. Just then the alarms rang and the speakers blasted “code red code red code red” then chaos broke out. I could hear screams from the west wing. The patients' wing. Oh no.

Millions of them. And on every door, there was a date: March 30, 2026. "Every door is the same day," Kael whispered, looking out the window. "It’s a graveyard of the same twenty-four hours." The taxi screeched to a halt in front of a door painted a bright, violent red. The woman in the front seat turned around, her face reflecting the flickering lights of the hallway. "This is the door Julian never opened," she said. "Because on the other side of this door, the crash doesn't happen. But the world still ends."

I meet her gaze head on, “I have.” The wind picks up, tugging at hair, pulling at clothes, at the edges of sound. “It’s not a god,” I continue. “It’s not the moon. It’s not your ancestors, it’s a door. And whatever waits on the other side only knows the stories you’ve told it with your blood.”

Six years of dating and three years of marriage to Matthew, and all I had to show for it were those two little boxes and a pile of broken pieces. "Sorry, Cindy," Shirley said. "When I was clearing out, I saw those ugly, old-fashioned clothes and thought they were the maid's, so I threw them out.” "I was going to give you some of my old clothes, but you've put on a few pounds since you got pregnant and they won't fit," Shirley said with a smirk, as if she was waiting to see me upset. "Where are you staying now? You don't even have enough for a taxi, right? Need a lift?"

What lies behind a door, the door? Gia feels the anxiety building within her… ‘I choose the door on the left side. Slowly opening it I step through. The room is stark with whiteness. In my white gown I simply blend within the emptiness. I closed my eyes then slowly opened them again. The whole room was painted in perfect yellow, the color scheme brings a certain calmness to my heart. In the middle of this big room was a chair. My feet lead me there. Sitting comfortably my mind a kind of vacuum. Suddenly like an artist my mind starts to draw life into the emptiness. I can hear laughter, the barking of a dog. The doors of a vehicle opening and closing. Feet steps on gravel, the front door open