I Challenge You… Again!

When I was a young girl (Younger than 10), I found an old, rusted key buried in my garden. It excited me because I used to repeatedly watch The Secret Garden and I used to imagine that this key was for my own secret garden. It is the only physical object I have carried with me into adulthood. I do not know why; I have an attachment to it now.

The key is quite big in size. I will insert a picture of it in my hand for scale:

I have always wondered where it came from and over two decades, I have imagined up a lot of stories for where or what the key unlocks. This key, funnily enough, quite literally may be the key to my creativity.

The last challenge went exceptionally well and I thank each one of you who participated. There was an abundance of stunning stories and poems. I honestly did not expect the challenge to take off the way it did.

And so, I challenge you, again. If you are willing, I present to you ‘The Key Challenge’. I want to hear your version of where this key leads to. What mysteries will your key uncover?
Again, there are no rules or time limit, it is your story and you tell it however you want to. Be it a short story, a poem, you could even draw a scene or make a song if you prefer. Just like last time, please tag me in your post so I can check it out. Or, as some of you did, add it to the comments section.

I will be participating in this one myself. (I’m currently just over 200 words in!)

I cannot wait to see what you come up with this time. Having my little rusty key go on its own adventure would be a dream come true.

Until next time, let’s get creative!

-Sara

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    1. I found a key, a rusty key. It’s probably older than me. I wonder where the keyhole is? to fit my rusty key?
      The curiosity is killing me, I found it in the mud but my garden doesn’t hold a key hole for me to be able to unlock?
      A thought sprung instantly inside my puzzled mind, there’s always a saying for someone who’s been unkind.
      They should ‘Lock the door and throw away the key.’ Could this be the reason for my old rusty key???
      How long has it been buried for In hope never to be found.
      Maybe, deep beneath it there’s no treasure to be found but a hidden casket of bones in the ground.
      I love my rusty key, it’s a great mystery. I found it and I’ll keep it even though it doesn’t belong to me.

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  1. this is awesome, I can just feel the imagination looming in your head when you were younger. maybe its a key to a locked book filled with maps which lead to all the mysteries in the world…

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  2. Thanks Sara,
    you certainly got my imagination working overtime. I can’t believe my tale turned into a poem? You have helped to create the poetry in me. Can’t remember the last time I wrote a poem? Thank you for inspiring me to write about a rusty key x
    It was fun 🤗

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      1. Well clearly something isn’t right Sara though I’ve had likes for this piece, will ask WP to check this out.

        Reproduced in full below and this is the shortlink – https://wp.me/p6BgnR-21

        Sara’s Key

        Like the One Ring from ‘Lord of The Rings’
         
        I must be secret, I must be safe
         
        Buried years before this house was built
         
        Interred and innocent until touched by Sara’s hand
         
        My creative flow grows with every captive day
         
        Feel how I softly whisper in your eager ears
         
        Stroke me, find the door and turn the lock
         
        Never stop in your quest to open the gateway
         
        Notice how you almost forgot about me
         
        Lying here at the bottom of your old jewellery box
         
        Only seen in those precious moments by yourself
         
        When you hold me in your hands turning, dreaming
         
        These twenty years and still I speak only to you
         
        Weaving my spell over you, again and then again
         
        As you search to unlock those secret boundaries
         
        Of your unbound imagination where I will set you free
         
        ©️ paulmkitchen

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  3. Sorry @myforever77 the WP gremlins at play I think. Here’s the piece for you in full and this is the shortlink – https://wp.me/p6BgnR-21

    Like the One Ring from ‘Lord of The Rings’
     
    I must be secret, I must be safe
     
    Buried years before this house was built
     
    Interred and innocent until touched by Sara’s hand
     
    My creative flow grows with every captive day
     
    Feel how I softly whisper in your eager ears
     
    Stroke me, find the door and turn the lock
     
    Never stop in your quest to open the gateway
     
    Notice how you almost forgot about me
     
    Lying here at the bottom of your old jewellery box
     
    Only seen in those precious moments by yourself
     
    When you hold me in your hands turning, dreaming
     
    These twenty years and still I speak only to you
     
    Weaving my spell over you, again and then again
     
    As you search to unlock those secret boundaries
     
    Of your unbound imagination where I will set you free
     
    ©️ paulmkitchen

    Liked by 1 person

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