Goblin Door Prompt by Rosie Amber

Goblin Door Prompt by Rosie Amber.

Here a little piece I wrote today for a writing prompt on the Community Story Board blog. Any one can join in and it has lots of fun prompts and ideas for writers.

 

After falling and falling for ever Alice reached the ground with a bump, she’d landed on a pile of moss, dried leaves and dandelion fluff. It had eased her landing a little, but not much. She sat up rubbing her legs and adjusting her eyes to the gloomy darkness.

“Where had the Goblin disappeared to?” She thought. He was a funny looking Goblin, not that she really had much experience with Goblins. This one had white pointy ears and she swore he had a white fluffy tale appearing from under the tweed jacket that he was wearing. “What was that he had been muttering? Something about being late!”

Alice peered down the long corridor, there was a dim light flickering at the far end, way, way off. She got up and brushed down her clothes. Mother would be cross, her clothes were covered in dust and dirt. She looked above her head, back up to the surface at the top of the hole she’d fallen through. The sky was pale blue with cotton wool clouds, but there was no way she could climb back out.

She returned her attention to the tunnel. The Goblin had gone down here, there must be a way out. She cautiously set off taking in the damp earthy smell of the tunnel and running her hand over the walls of hard packed soil. As she made her way slowly along, she could just make out doors off to the left and the right, they were all different sizes, some were tiny, big enough for a mouse or a rabbit. There was no order to the doors and no names on them, or any indication to where they might lead. “Just where had the Goblin gone?”

Alice decided to started trying to open doors which looked large enough for her to go through, but each one she tried was locked tight and there was no sign of a key. Just as Alice was beginning to think she would never get out of the tunnel and return home she came across a door whose handle rattle with hope as she tried to twist it. She twisted to the left, but nothing happened and she nearly gave up when she decided to try turning the handle the opposite way. She heard the latch click and she gently pushed the door. She thought caution her best option, after all she didn’t know what was on the other side, and she wasn’t sure if Goblins were friendly. She had to bend over and almost crawl on hands and knees if she was going to get through the small space. Just then she heard a voice which made her hesitate….

” I refuse to play one more game of croquet with that Woman. Queen of Hearts? More like Queen of Clubs. I’ve more bruises on my legs than I’ve had hot cups of tea! Where’s that Goblin anyway? He’s always late!” Said a man who had his back to Alice. He was wearing a large hat and he’s sounded pretty mad with the Queen. Alice peeked out of the door once more, she couldn’t see anyone else that the man could be talking to, there was a large cat who was sat on top of a high cupboard, “Surely he wasn’t talking to the cat?” Alice glanced at the cat to reassure herself and gasped, did he really just wink at her? She looked at the cat again whose face broke into a huge grin which took up the whole of his face.

Just then there was a loud “Thunk” sound from beyond the room, then silence followed by a booming woman’s deep voice which shouted “Off with his head!” Alice shuddered and withdrew back through the door, perhaps she’d try another door instead!