When God Shuts A Door Novels & Stories

I can feel the grief in the line of her shoulders. Hidden again. I lean closer without thinking, shoulder brushing hers. Heat. Steady. Real. Her breath stutters, then evens. “This isn’t the end,” I murmur, low enough that only she hears. She swallows. “Feels like a door closing.” “Sometimes doors close so the house doesn’t burn,” I say. “Sometimes they close so you can decide when to open them again.” She doesn’t answer. But she doesn’t pull away either. The ridges open.

“What does that mean?” “It means the locks are weakening.” The goddess closes her eyes briefly. “You must not force them.” “Why?” I demand. “If they break from pressure, it will be violent.” “And if you break them?” she asks softly. “It will be controlled.” Nova steps in front of me. “You cannot control every realm.” “I can try.” “You cannot even control belief.” The words hit. “Belief is not a door,” I say. “No,” she replies. “It is a fire.”

She begged God to vaporize her but he has stopped listening to her prayers a long time ago. “I will not ask again.” His warning made her jump in action as she immediately rushed to the door and opened the lock. The moment a small click was heard, the door was thrown open with a loud bang.

“Could it be that there is a specific way to unlock the door? Or perhaps the force you used was not right?” The soul spirit frowned slightly. “I used thirty percent of my full power just now but still couldn’t open the door. It seems there is something different about this door.” James felt the urge to pull some pranks. He tried his best to put on a straight face. “I heard that quite a few doors started having their own consciousness with time. It’s possible that they may have developed a specific phrase as a passcode or incantation that makes it harder for people to open them.”

It has not been opened in a very long time. Not because it is locked. The people who sealed this place believed they were locking it. They were thorough and they were powerful and they were, by the standards of their time, extraordinarily wise. They were also wrong. A lock requires a key that exists separately from the thing it locks. A door requires a barrier between one side and another. This door has no barrier. It never did. What keeps it closed is simpler than a lock and more complicated than any key ever made. It is waiting.

The Dome had made that painfully clear. "Tell me," Dimitri said at last, breaking the silence, "that we are not about to walk through a literal gateway to eternal damnation." Isis didn't look away from the door. "I can't," she said quietly. "Because that's exactly what it is." James exhaled slowly, grounding himself the way he always did before a fight. "Does it open on its own, or do we do something incredibly stupid to trigger it?" Before Isis could answer, the symbols on the door flared red, and the ground beneath our feet vibrated.

"You will lock me out of another room? Destroy another part of me so you can feel strong?” The silence that followed was deafening. He was quiet when he eventually spoke, but I was surprised by the intensity of emotion in his voice.“I don’t want to hurt you, Naomi. But I will if it means keeping you out of things you don’t understand.” “Then explain it to me,” I said, my voice breaking. “Help me understand why you’re like this. Why you can’t let anyone in.” His look was impenetrable as he turned to face me. In a mysterious tone, he stated, "Some doors are better left closed. And some wounds never get better."

She exited, pulling it shut behind her. I got up and went to the door. I tried the handle. It was locked. “Great. That’s just great. Did you know about this?” God shook his head. “It is not the sort of thing I like to get involved with. Messy.” I let go of the door handle. “I have some questions I’d like to ask you.” “Certainly,” said God. “But why don’t we go see your friends first? I’ll be happy to answer your questions, if I can, on the way.”

‎The doors close behind me with a soft hiss. ‎Game on. ‎

"Because whatever created you..." She stepped backward. "...is older than the universe." The golden door opened another inch. A deep heartbeat echoed from the other side. Boom. Emily felt it in her chest. Boom. Kael grabbed her hand. Boom. The First Mother whispered: "It's awake." Emily looked at Kael. "What happens if that door opens completely?" He shook his head. "I don't know." The First Mother answered for him. "Everything ends." Emily looked at her. "You said I was supposed to open it."