The other day I looked in my wardrobe. This should not shock you. It is part of my daily routine as every morning, I get dressed. But suddenly, I noticed something peculiar! My eyes beheld a mysterious sight – two dull bronze coloured keys held together with a double ring of shining silver. These are the kind of keys one would not expect to find in a wardrobe; in my opinion, they would have been more expected in a small treasure chest! Dun dudu du duuuuuun! They could be used to open a door, but only in this area! (for those of you who haven’t had the pleasure of playing the legend of zelda series, this may be lost.)

(pictorial representation of the above metaphor)
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The keys were odd keys. Most incredibly bizarre. I don’t recall ever using them and I havent the foggiest idea how they came to be in residence in my wardrobe. How long had they been there? Who knows! Long enough for one of them to gather dust. Just ONE of them. And THAT in itself is a conundrum! How does just one key gather dust whilst it’s metallic counterparts remain unscathed or sparkling? How is it even possible? Whonu?
But back to the pressing matter at hand – they weren’t my keys, so whose were they? What did they open? Have I had a past repressed use of this key and put it in my wardrobe? Is the key somehow secret; a keycret if you will? I guess one day I’ll find out…
ANYWHO! It inspired me to draw something/ write a short back story to which I have dubbed “master of the keys”. Enjoy.
you hear a chink chink chink in the distance; It’s sound echoes like light chains scraping across a stone floor. You turn around but not a soul is to be seen. Making haste, you try to rush to your destination, only to find two dull bronze keys on the floor. They look so mysterious that you pick them up, and as the cold metal touches your hand, the room goes pitch black. You try to drop the keys but you cannot. You are locked into place. Instantly regretting your decision, you try to move, but you are frozen solid. All of a sudden, you see two red lights. They focus on you. And then you realise that they are giant eyes! Then you see the spiky beard and the flame like wisps of hair. You have been trapped by the master of the keys….
























