Through the Door

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For some of us, blogging is personal. Others are trying to educate or entertain; many more are hybrids. Yet we’re all storytellers. Creative Writing Challenges help you to push your writing boundaries, show off your blogging chops, and, hopefully, spark more post ideas.

To participate, tag your post with DPchallenge or leave a link to it in the comments. (It would also be great if you could link to this post to encourage people to take part – the more the merrier!)  Your post should be specifically written in response to this challenge. We’ll keep an eye on the tag and highlight some of our favorite posts on Freshly Pressed on Friday.

In this week’s creative writing challenge, we’re pushing you through a door. Come on in.

The door to your house/flat/apartment/abode has come unstuck in time. The next time you walk through it, you find yourself in the same place, but a different time entirely. Where are you, and what happens next?


Door up steps by Neosnaps, CC-BY-2.0.

If that’s enough to get you started, go, head on out that door and get writing. If you’re still lingering with your hand on the handle, here are a few more ideas to get you through it:

Your place in time-space

A lot’s probably changed in the time you’ve lived here, and it can be hard to imagine what might have happened, or be about to happen down the line. When thinking about where you might end up, time-wise, consider these questions:

  • Do you feel passionate about a certain historical period?
  • Or are you forever daydreaming about the shape of things to come?
  • If your strongest emotions brought you back to a time in your life, when would it be?
  • Who used to live here, before you? Who might be here when you’ve moved on?
  • What do you think will change most about the world around you in the years to come?
  • What do you think has changed most since your parents’ or grandparents’ generations?
  • When did some of your best (or worst) memories take place?
  • Are you more drawn to gritty realism, far-flung historical romances, or science fiction stories?
  • Do you have any regrets? How would you change the decisions you made if so?

Remember, the place remains the same, but the time has changed.

Let us know what was on the other side of your door in the comments, and by tagging your posts. We’re looking forward to hearing about them.

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    1. Due to a recent feedback I have to clarify: My blog is about returning back home to the place where I wish to start over from and everytime I modify myself, it’s never enough for the world or I think it’s not enough for the world. So I am going back to a place where I was…


    Imagine barging through the door to see George Washington and Thomas Jefferson splitting a couple beers and wondering what the hell is going on. They look at you and ask if you’re a redcoat. You laugh and tell them that they should ditch the wigs and start acting like real men. Washington doesn’t take too kindly to the comment and challenges you to a duel. You refuse realizing that you could alter history if you win and decide to squash the beef over a couple of shots. Washington accepts.

    Jefferson has been mean mugging for the last couple of minutes. You walk over and give him a high five telling him that his hat makes Washington look like old news. Washington and Jefferson start talking about declaring independence in a genius idea. You remind them that the french may sandbag you but in the middle of your conversation you realize that there’s some noise from the bedroom. The door opens up and John Hancock comes out with two women. You realize how awesome Hancock is and begin to belittle Washington again.

    Before Washington can get too excited, Paul Revere barrels through the door. He smells like alcohol and you wonder if anyone gets DUI’s on horses back in the day. You head towards the door and Washington tells you his wig is awesome and you don’t know what you’re talking about.

    You head towards the door slightly confused that these people are going to run the country at some point.

  2. OK so I can will give this a shot. I am new to blogging and have trouble with links so I hope this works. As I only have a tablet to work off of and I still have a ways to go with my site, but I will try harder these days.

  3. This sounds so incredibly fun, I am telling my friends about it! ( Umm… or maybe not, I might have a better chance without them yah, I know, it’s a thought but that’s all just a random thought) :)

  4. Walking ‘THROUGH THE DOOR’
    Mentally hundred years ahead,
    Trying to peer at the pigmies
    pining and fighting inside
    for water ,light, and bread
    Have the Alkaeidas extinguished
    All GOOD in the World?
    None seems familiar with Hi-Fi United States
    Supposed God-Fatherof All Nations!
    OH! why did I enter the DOOR?
    I could have watched from the skies
    and wielded my Magic wand to turn them ANGELS anew.

  5. First of all thank you so much for this challenge. I need it desperately as I was not able to find appropriate subject on which I can write.
    I have written a poem “Through the door, I saw him”. Its specially dedicated to my late Grandpa.
    I hope its touches readers hearts. Thanks again :)

  6. I quickened my step as I heard another footstep behind me . The tapping of my heels in the pavement echoed in the now abandoned street. I took a wrong turn and it was getting dark. The place looked surreal. A red haze enveloped the street as the lamppost flickered erratically. I didn’t know where I was. I crossed my arms on my chest protectively and took a deep breath. It sucks to be a girl when you like wandering around unfamiliar places. I looked back quickly and saw a manly figure in silhouette just almost one foot away from me. I ran and turn towards the row of houses on the side of the street. I stopped in front of the one with a blue wooden door and grabbed the doorknob. It was unlocked. I opened the door as the stranger behind me reached for my shoulder.I was blinded at the bright light that greeted me. When my eyes adjusted I was stunned to see I was standing at a harbor, about to board a galleon.

  7. Thanks to everyone who’s shared something so far, whether that’s your writing, feedback, or the fact that you’re going to take the challenge on. A special welcome to first-time Daily Posters!

  8. Reblogged this on Design and Dish and commented:
    I’d walk into the period of the show Downton Abbey in the 1900s. I’d instantly enter into the kitchen to feel up all the furniture, getting to know the size, weight, colors and craftsmanship. Then I’d find my…

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