Yimi: hello all! I was bored and wrote a story about life! It's short but fun! Tell if u like!
I live in a peculiar world. I don't expect you to understand it, but hear me out. First of all, it is pitch-dark here. We don't trip over each other because, frankly, we don't move very much. It is also very chilly in here. If it wasn't so dark, you could probably see your breath. It's not always like this. You see… there is this door; once in a while it opens, and when it does, it rattles everyone inside.
There is no creaking or squalling, or screeching or squeaking when the door is about to open. It's more like the sound of a suction cup when it's pulled from the wall. That's it. That's the sound that breaks the silence in our world. Almost simultaneously, there's this blinding light, as if everything around you gave out an out-of-this-world glow. Then you feel the cold air rush out, through the door, as if it was running away in panic. And then, just like that, an inexplicable warmth surrounds everyone. It is then that, what's going to happen will happen. The interesting part is that nobody can predict exactly what it is that is going to happen.
Sometimes one of us disappears, just like that, only to return later when the door opens again, or never to return at all. Other times the most wonderful thing happens. You're standing there, clinching your teeth with expectation, when all of the sudden, a new arrival is standing right next to you. Sometimes they come alone, just like Mr. Dole. Other times, they come in groups like Oscar Myers and his seven brothers.
The door also brings us diversity. New comers arrive from near and far. There is this guy from Philadelphia, and a gal from Louisiana. She is one hot momma! Aunt Jamima; she came from Canada you know. What a sweet neighbor! La Choy came from China. Ortega came from Mexico, and the Goya family came from some island in the Caribbean. There is even this dude by the name Heinz. He says he is as-American-as-it-gets. I suspect that he may be European. Don't tell Mr. Hunts, but I've seen Mrs. Kraft snuggling up with Heinz behind his back.
It gets pretty crowded in here, but for the most part, we don't mind. Except for one tiny-little problem; the longer we sit here, the more we start to REEK! That's when everyone wishes the door would open again to haul away whoever is funkying up the place.
I made many friends living here. Parkay! What a goof! He is always trying to butter me up. Gerber is so cute, but what a crybaby! Granny Smith is a sweet old lady, but sometimes she can get a little sour. I would be too if I had to live down there in the humidity controlled area.
The door is a source of happiness and sadness, of fear and excitement, and of longing and expectation. Never the less you gotta keep on trucking. That way you almost forget that the door is there. But one day the door will open for me. I hope it's not because I stink.
Yimi: how was it? Do you get it? Hope you enjoyed! PLEASE REVIEW!
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