Who’s Outside the Door?

brown doorframe and door about a fourth open
Thanks MysticsArtDesign & Pixabay for letting me use this image.

“Who’s Outside the Door?” by Joan Y. Edwards

I thought it would be fun to do a writing exercise. Last year we wrote about what we saw outside our window. This year, I thought it would be fun to write about guessing who is outside your door and then finding out who it really was…a mystery or a comedy.

In the case of you were expecting your sister and her boyfriend to be outside the door…

man and woman in snow outside flower shop
Thank you, Stocksnap and Pixabay for letting me use this image.

and instead, you found this cow.

cow outside green double doors
Thank you Ha11ok and Pixabay for allowing me to use this image.

In your story, use these images to help you write your interpretation or write a different story altogether using at least the word “Door” in your title and having 200-300 words.  Please share your story  in the comment area or email it to me before midnight on January 31, 2023.

Blue Ribbon to show that You Make a Difference

I will choose up to three Blue Ribbon stories…for outstanding description, dialogue, and/or mystery or comedy elements.

Joan Y. Edwards. “Winter Writing Exercise: The Rest of the Story:” “https://joanyedwards.com/winter-writing-exercise-the-rest-of-the-story/

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10 thoughts on “Who’s Outside the Door?”

    1. Dear Carol,
      Thank you for writing! Thanks for saying it was a fun prompt. I hope you’ll come back and read the results.

      Never give up,

    1. Dear Jo Ann,
      Thank you very much for writing! I’m glad you liked the writing exercise. Thank you for uplifiting me and encouraging me. Send us a story or read the ones I post next week. Hope you have a good week.

      Enjoy being you,
      Never Give Up

  1. Hard to condense into the few words Joan, but hope you like so far.
    It was one of those stormy nights, where ominous clouds began to roll-in, which complimented the earlier forecast. Sandra just made it home before the heavy drops of rain began to fall.
    Sandra rubbed her hands together as she entered her apartment. The heating had just clicked-on, So she kept her coat on until it warmed-up.
    She made a nice hot instant soup, sitting on the sofa she wrapped her fingers around the mug keeping them warm. The remote was clicked on, she found the news channel.
    Sandra sat watching all the bad news that was being reeled off by the news readers. Then the weather report was read out, but she could hear the driving rain being pounded against the windows so didn’t need the report.
    The heating had warmed up the apartment allowing Sandra to remove her coat. Just as she slipped it off she heard the news reader saying, ‘and now for a news flash.’ Sandra was half listening, when she heard the name of the town where she lived, and the possibility of a dangerous escaped criminal who maybe heading towards the town.
    Sandra sat down watching the report, there was a picture of a hard-faced looking man who was on the run. She shook herself muttering something about how evil he looked. The report said not to approach him but call the police immediately if seen.
    There was a ring of the doorbell, she all of a sudden went into hyper mode, who was at the door, she wasn’t expecting anyone. Sheepishly she looked through the spyhole, but could see no one, she reached for the door handle as she heard a 1,000 violin’s strike up as fear overtook her, who was at the door, was it the escaped prisoner???

  2. Wrong Door Made Right
    by Joan B. Reid

    Knock-knock, tap-tap.
    Who could be at my door at 8AM on such a snowy morning? Unexpected, unknown. I grabbed my fuzzy pink robe, took a glimpse in the mirror. I wasn’t expecting anyone.
    “Who’s there?”
    “Lady, this is not a knock-knock joke.” A gruff male voice responded.
    “I know and that’s why I’m asking. Who are you?”
    “Oh, a philosopher here. Who am I?”
    “OK, then what do you want?”
    I heard an impatient sigh. Oh dear, this was no joke, nor philosophical, nothing but frightening. Meanwhile, my kitty-cat, Jerome, began weaving around my ankles, a sure sign he was hungry.
    “I have to feed my cat.”
    Tap-tap-rappity tap.
    “I don’t have all day, lady.”
    He called me lady, he’s a respectful unexpected visitor.
    Still unwilling to open the door, I called my neighbor. Thank goodness she was home. In fact, she was almost at my front door when she answered her mobile phone.
    “Hi, Bonnie, do you see someone at my front door?”
    “Yes, I’m here by you. He’s the repair man to fix my dishwasher.”
    I flung the door open to see Bonnie and a man in work clothes. He had the bluest eyes and a sheepish expression.
    “Oh boy, wrong door. I’m sorry lady.” My eye lashes fluttered.
    “It’s okay,” I replied. But it wasn’t really okay. It was better than okay. I fed my cat and hastily joined Bonnie for morning coffee while the repair man, Teddy, fixed her dishwasher.
    The next evening there was a knock at my door. I wore an off-the-shoulder dress with gold earrings and necklace.
    “Who’s there?”
    “It’s me, Teddy.”
    “I’ll be right there!”

  3. Joan, this was a fun prompt as I could see how much effort the participants put into it. And very professional of you to provide a rubric toward which to award the blue ribbons. Congratulations to all THE WINNERS!

    1. Dear Barbara,
      Thanks for writing. It is good to hear from you. Thanks for congratulating all the winners. You are so sweet! I’m glad you think it was a fun prompt. I enjoy giving Blue Ribbons!

      Never Give UP

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