- I asked for sentences…and you guys delivered. Here is the first story cobbled together from your ideas. I hope you like it!
Made of Stardust
It was a doorway to the stars that should never have existed. The metal of the knob had been cool in her hands, but the door itself was hot beneath her fingertips as she pressed them into the wood surface. The cool/hot duality reminded her of the warmth of summer when it first began to press in on the windows of their air-conditioned living room.
Right after it appeared Ari had asked her mother about it. Her mother’s steel blue eyes had cut into her with precision, and after a sharp silence she had answered only with a curt shake of her head before she turned back to the television. The haunting look that had been on her mother’s face shook her, and even though a word had never been uttered between them, it took months before Ari found herself standing in front of the plain wooden panel, knob in her palm, muscles flexed, breath tight in her chest.
At first the wood swelled and tightened in the frame, stubbornly holding in its secrets. There was a calming wave building in her, and she could feel its icy waters lapping at her anxiety like a numbing balm. Whatever happened, she knew things would be better.
All she had to do was pull.
The light seeped in around the edges of the door and pushed its way into the darkness of the room, invading in giant strides. Ari looked up and the stars poured into her. She could feel the heat and light pressing against her flesh like a solid weight. When she opened her eyes she saw that her flesh had darkened. Buried inside her were metallic flecks that began to glean back, reflecting the stars.
Ari stared down at her arm. It looked like the polished Hematite Ms. Miller had shown them in geology class. She remembered how it’s surface shone so bright in the sunlight.
I am here. Right here.
The voice was a strong one, and it marched its way across her thoughts. It vibrated through her, a charged current roaring across her flesh. Ari thought of running back into the house and telling her mother, but held fast to the edges of the frame remembering the last time she had dared to mention the door.
And still the stars poured into her, transforming her: tendrils of light floating across the darkness, reaching through that impossible door to embrace her. Ari watched as the light drained into her, turning her exactly into what she was meant to be. There was no judgment here, no rules, no harsh gazes, just the heart of the universe.
Ari tossed one last look over her shoulder and then took her first step into the abyss, the light now pouring from her as the pad of her foot left the cold tile floor of her house and pressed down on the air. It held, and she kept walking, trailing her worries. They fell behind her the way a flower girl sheds petals as they march down the aisle. There was nothing left of fear or anger; they had been hollowed out.
She had absorbed the stars, she was holding the galaxy within her.
Stretching out she pictured the darkness around her as water. Eternity stretched out before her as she floated lazily in the deep, staring up into the starless night and taking solace from the darkness.