hannnah's+through+the+door

= fantasy scene =

There was once, and is always, a land like a door, a closet door waiting to be opened. An odd looking rusty door, it is creaky as if it has not been used in a long time. It is a cold door; cold air comes through the many holes in it. On the door there is sand like dust covering it in a blanket. Once in a while a rush of cold water came through the bottom. The snow was falling thick, big and fast. As usual the freezing wind is blowing 50 miles per hour. Doors were shut, locked, and bolted as if warning people not to come. There was a river in the middle of the forest.

Snow hit the water and immediately turns to ice. You could literally see the ice shape, grow, and spread. The rocks were cold, hard, and slippery. Crossing the river is almost impossible. No one has really ever tried.

The ice hasn’t melted in 100 years. It has been snowing, cold, and dangerous for that long. The land was once peaceful, playful, and sweet. Now none of that exists any more. The land is now as hard, scary, and cold as death. Death. Destruction.

The branches of all the trees were crying out in pain. The sound was horrifying. It was so sad, it sounded like crying and howling and cracking all in one. You would wonder who could do such a thing to all the nice, calm, peaceful, people who seem to live here. A so-called person called the “queen” of Narnia is as hard, scary, and cold as the snowy nights she makes. She can make people turn to stone with her white magical staff. The animals cry out when they see her. They are always saying, “Look out the queen is coming, hide, take cover.”

There are many reasons why it is a bad idea to go out alone. One is the snow hurts, not like it does in the human world, but actually traps people in a place with walls of cold, hard snow and ice. Two, no one will live if she does not want him or her to. Three, the place has not seen sun in what seems forever. The time is hard to tell because the sands of time seemed to freeze a long time ago.

At night there are cries and sobs, sounds of pleas of mercy, only to be ignored. A sound unwanted by all is the sound of sledge bells. You hear the howling of the “queen's” wolves. The wolves aren’t bird brains; they are the police. If you are scared, you are totally right.

The smells are so powerful. The tall huge pines of winter smell like sap and greenness. The air tastes like water and coldness.

When you walk through those woods, when you pass that river, you feel watched. Yet when you turn around there are no eyes, no one. This is a strange place. It holds secrets older than you.

This place seems a normal place. Everybody including the animals will promise you that this is not a normal place. So come in if you dare, for only danger lurks ahead, Or if you are scared, run away and forget this. If you are still here, then deem yourself brave.