Creative Writing

Create a random piece of creative writing. writing prompt: Alice tried to remember who had given her the key.





Alice tried to remember who had given her the key as it lay flat in the palm of her hand. She had been sitting on her bed for the last hour carefully analysing the details of the now warm key- its grooves and ridges, its shape and color. She hadn't a clue if it opened any of the doors in the cellar and she certainly had no idea as to why she had come in contact with it, either way this tiny object had her brain working overtime. With a disappointed sigh Alice pulled herself up from the cushions of her bed and started forward in the direction of the hall way, she could always ask Josh but then that would open up the doors for constant humiliation, so she continued past his room and headed down the stairs, all the while her hand clutched around the small object.





She could ask her mother but then that would lead to questioning- she knew her best bet was her father so she remained silent as she slipped past the kitchen as to not disturb her mothers cooking. With a crafty little grin her feet squish into the soft carpet as she enters the living room, her eyes shifting towards the big brown couch as her dad looks up from his book. "yes, Alice?" he asks softly his eyes finding hers as Alice positions herself in the chair next to her fathers. Opening her hand to reveal the small steel key she turns it over in the palm of her hands, its texture smooth and warm as it has been clutched in her hand for some time now. "Can you tell me what this key opens, and did you give it to me?" Alice's voice holds a questioning tone as her eyes hold his gaze for a few seconds longer, before dropping once again to the key in her hand. She watches as her father leans forward to take the key from her hand, observing it behind the thick sheild of glass that stations itself intellegently upon his face.

She sees the focus in his eyes as he studies the key just as Alice had done previously in her bedroom, he clears his throat and looks towards her with a small smile. Alice is curious but she is also confused, inching forward in the small chair she shuffles her weight back and forth.

To be Continued =]