Novel & Cerita When God Shuts A Door

Pazuzu muttered, certain that the gods had left a key somewhere. While one may wonder why the gods would create a key when they had to seal these demons forever, Pazuzu was certain that they had. The gods he knew were compassionate to a fault. They wouldn’t have been able to heartlessly seal the demons without leaving an escape route for them. They would have been thinking that several years of imprisonment would change the hearts of the demons; hence, they would have provided a condition for the gate’s reopening. It was a naive way of thinking, but that was just how those gods were. After all, it was their naivety that had led to the death of many of them during the war.

"Picture a door in your mind. A strong door that you can close. The voices are on the other side." I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to visualize what he was describing. A door. Heavy wood, maybe. With a solid lock. "That's it," Ace encouraged. "Now close the door. Push it shut." I imagined myself pushing against the door, throwing my weight against it. The voices became muffled, then quieter. "Good girl. Now turn the lock." The mental click was almost audible. Suddenly, blissful silence filled my head. I opened my eyes, gasping like I'd been underwater. "Oh my God."

She shoved away from the table, slamming the door behind her with the force of a thousand winds. Shutting the door on the idea that their relationship might, just possibly, be fixable.

I understood the curiosity but Noah didn't seem to understand that he was signing up to know more than he expects and I was not about to put my burden onto him. "Like I said before, Ace, curiosity may open a door you didn't want to enter." I gave him a small smile before looking up to the sky and watching the clouds slowly drift. Noah took a moment before he responded, "What if I'm willing to give whatever is on the other side of the door a chance?" I chuckled humourlessly, "You're not understanding that once it's open and you choose that you don't want it open anymore, you won't be able to close the door."

He gave a short prayer that the goddess gives him strength. A soft knock on the door made him even angrier. He remained quiet, ignoring who was at the door. After a few more knocks and silence, the door was gently pushed open. He didn't bother saying a word, just kept staring at the moon and mentally repeating the prayer for patience and strength.

And on this door was a stencilled black eagle clutching a wreath-enclosed Swastika. Frobisher and his henchmen shoved past Miller and Elmo in their haste to get to the door. Frobisher placed his palm against the metal, his grin broad; a crocodile smiling at something that has fallen, struggling and helpless, into its watery domain. ‘Opening this door will release the past,’ he said. ‘It will make things right’ And with that he pushed down the handle, dragging open the door that screamed on its hinges as though in protest of the travesty about to be imposed upon the world.

Dorothy glanced at Susan and asked, “What kind of runes do you see?” When Susan came in, she was well prepared with a notebook and a pen too. She immediately took them out and wrote exactly in the notebook what she saw on the stone door. At a glance, Dorothy’s expression changed a bit. Alex transmitted his voice mentally. “What’s this?” Dorothy answered, “This is a warning, saying that this door is called the Gate of Sacrifice. The living ones would be separated by death upon entering this door.” “Is the warning any useful? Such a door just showed up. Without going through this door, there’s nowhere else to go. Could it be that there’s another door besides this one?”

"Shut those damn doors!" And I heard the doors closing behind me.

Forward my hands instinctively reached out to grasp the door handle, fingers closing around cool metal-a distraction welcomed from the churning turmoil within me. I turned the knob and shut the door. I heard the mechanism locked, and that was music to my ears. It was a door to itself, sealed off from the world outside. That was the final click, the kind of click at the end of a sentence. It would seem to be the last word in the paragraph, before one of the subsequent ones starts.

he shuts the door. Well, here goes nothing.