Friday Fictioneers: the choice

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)

THE KEY:

Make every word count.

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Special thanks to Rochelle for her work in organizing this week’s prompt, and to Rich Voza for the use of his photograph.

Three doorsCopyright – Rich Voza

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The Choice

Lorna looked at the three doors and panicked.

Then reasoned, white is heaven, red is hell, but where will the other door take me?   I always thought God made the judgment and the final decision!  She returned her thoughts to the middle door and remembered the passage about those who were neither hot nor cold in their faith.  Perhaps that door was theirs?

After a while, she walked over to one of the doors, opened it, and stepped through…

OH!  She cried out.

Why the conundrum?   He said.  All the doors lead here, but none would’ve opened without your faith.

WORDS:  100

For more great takes on this prompt please look HERE!

NOTE:  As I wrote my post for Friday Fictioneers my story came easily.  It was quite honestly the first place my thoughts went to, when I saw the three doors in the prompt this morning.   So please be advised that it is not my intention to preach, but it is the way I think. 

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39 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: the choice

  1. Adam Ickes says:

    Are you trying to tell me free will is just an elaborate hoax? It doesn’t matter what I do in life- I’ll end up dead anyway? I’m not buying what you’re selling. Not drinking your koolaid. None of that jazz.

    On a more serious note: nice story.

      • Adam Ickes says:

        All doors go to the same place, therefore choice (aka free will) is just an illusion. Just like in life you’re going to die regardless of what you do. Everyone dies. It’s a fact of life. I was just messing around. Don’t takie me too seriously.

        • Lynda says:

          Ah! Thank you for helping me to understand.

          Adam, your words did not upset me, I was genuinely confused as to how you arrived at your comments. I guess it is hard to write with finite clarity in only 100 words. 😀

          Free will is the choices you make here on earth, and yes, ultimately we all will die. The colored doors are man made religion. No matter the ‘color’ you ascribe to it will be faith that opens the door. Hence, all doors opened to the same place, but they are locked without faith.

          You may still find my story unsound, but that is a judgement you make based on your own belief. 🙂

    • Lynda says:

      LB, these prompts come out once a week. How often do you see an entry from me for Friday Fictioneers? Yup. Not very often. No matter how much I love it, if there is nothing there, then I have nothing to give. It is a tad frustrating. I see many who can crank up the gray matter and give something every week. Some write EVERY DAY! I am still in practice and working on a book on the side. You never know, you might give it a try and see what happens, then send the work to someone you trust to be honest and help you through the process. 😉

    • Lynda says:

      She was surprised, Draliman. She’d thought about the three doors, their colors, their possible significance. She stressed about not choosing the right door for a very long time, until finally, she decided to just pick a door, any door. It was never about the right door, it was about her strength of faith.

  2. Quackzalcoatl says:

    Firstly, my compliments on your avatar. Polly is a fine looking prodigy! I have recently sent mine off to the great pond of higher learning, where she seems to thrive, though I’m rather suspicious that she’s not attending classes and spends all her time with her geese friends.

    Secondly, I’m quite impressed with this story. Metaphysical allegories are a favorite of mine! Enjoyed it immensely! 🙂

    • Lynda says:

      You may be the only person, other than close friends, who didn’t think she was a duck! 😀 As for your wayward goose, perhaps the threat of a reduced grain allowance would have some effect. My Polly minds her Ps and Qs, and steps quite smart, for the promise of a bit of grain. 😉

      I’m glad that you got my drift, Quackzalcoatl. I think that a few may have missed the boat.

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