User:Retha822/My Short Story

My short story.

I opened the small chest with my key, “Finally”, I thought. As I opened it, light reflected off of something inside the chest. ‘What could possibly be in it?’ I asked myself, one last time. The lid fell back, and I saw what was inside. One huge blue-green crystal sat in the middle of a nice, purple velvet cushion, and was neatly (and fashionably) tucked into it. I reached down, and slowly, but careful not to break the obviously fragile (and old) crystal. I held it to my flashlight, and it reflected (but also seemed to absorb) most of the light that hit it. It burned my eyes, but I couldn’t seem to turn my gaze away from it. It lit up the entire room, and I was scared my master would come in to find me messing with his most precious possession. And to find out that I took that key from him without him knowing, surely wouldn’t lead to anything good. Luckily, no one came in. Just the same noises as usual filled the room. The same mouse as always, squeaking away, the grandfather clock’s bell going off at midnight, the birds being as loud as can be outside and- wait a minute. Wait just a minute! The grandfather clock’s bell going off? Midnight? Ah, this can’t be good! He’ll be getting up soon! I’ll be killed for sure! I put the crystal back into its old position, closed the case back, locked it, and set it back down. All that was left was the key around my neck. How will I get back into my master’s room without him noticing that it was ever gone? I slowly, carefully, and quietly, snuck up the old stairs that led to the first floor (this is the basement). I reached the top, and again, slowly, quietly, and carefully, I opened it up (half expecting my master to be waiting for me). But, again, he wasn’t there. Where was he? This is odd. Oh well, wherever he went, at-least I get to return the key before he gets back.

Prologue to a bigger story? Or stay a short story? Depends on the replies I get (if I get any).