Door security

She swore up and down she locked the doors and everything, so she went out to ask the neighbors if they’ve seen Bigge, well speaking of neighbors... I’m pretty sure Nny, took him. Nny is our weird, creepy neighbor his actual name is Johnny but he prefers to be called Nny. Nny is in his mid-20s…

“Let’s move!” Max starts first and we rush past the cafeteria doors and head to the office doors. There are two men standing guard with large guns. Bird throws his boomerang at one of the men, who falls dead to the ground. The other searches the area around him and the last thing he views are our faces before I impale his heart with my drumstick. When I yank it out, there is a “pulp” and a “plop” as I drop his body. Blood quickly inundates him and his partner. I examine my weapon and notice that…

feet high. Comfortable silence floated around me as the sun set with pink sky as it’s backdrop. A few minutes later Alice arrived, toolbox in hand, as she ascended the steps she wrapped her coat around me with a smile and then went to work on the door to try and budge it open. When that didn’t work and the snow was still rising, she started working on prying…

It was dark but not pitch black, there was sunlight peeking through the window, which was covered with wood that you can tell the person who placed it there was too short to reach the top part of the window. The sun had spotlighted the door as though it was destiny calling. I didn't know where I was or how I got there which drove my nerves crazy. My mouth was covered with what seemed to be 100 layers of duct tape which left my mouth tingling with the unpleasant taste. Both my hands were tied…

Making sure everything was as it was when she left. She looked long and hard around the entire room but there were no signs of moved or stolen objects that she could detect other than the crooked painting that she had hung on the door to the bathroom. But with it being directly beneath the AC unit there was no way of telling whether this was caused by the supernatural or by the blowing air. This eased her mind. She turned on her lamp on her bedside table and turned off the main…

to the building. She silently shifted through the crowds of fellow students, slinking through like a shadow, and eventually she was at the front of the crowd and stepping through the doors. What was strange, however, was that the doors were kept opened by themselves and not kept open by teachers. Usually, these doors on the outside of the building were locked from the inside and had to be opened by a teacher to let students in. Also, none of these said teachers were even present. They hadn’t…

education was available to me. Because I was expected to be a high functioning student, the vision my parents had of me allowed them to shape me into what they had envisioned. But, like the author's situation, the doors for success were opened for me, yet I had to be the one to walk through those doors. There comes a point where age and independence takes over my mind as I was less privy to the words of my parents. During this time, personal accountability is now the driving factor of success.…

get back as soon as possible. I hopped out of the pews and pranced out of the enormous church doors, forgetting to pay attention to where my parents sat. As I returned from an inordinately long bathroom break, that I had incidentally not used for the bathroom at all, after waving goodbye to a few friends I had found outside, I reluctantly approached the imposing church doors. As I looked through the doors, it dawned on me that my earlier excitement had prevented me from taking my surroundings…

cleaning my “biohazard of a messy room” but I decided against it. I then realized that I wanted to go on a bike ride, but before that, I would need to do a load of laundry. I put it in the clothes, turned the machine on, and left it running. I closed the doors leading to the kitchen, as well as the hallway, wanting to turn on the air conditioning. Since our air conditioning unit was a window one and at least 10 years old it only worked in one room, which we designated as the living…

"Shit!" I hissed in a hushed voice as I heard my bedroom door being opened, I quickly slipped the razor blade under my sheets and I quickly pulled down my sleeve to try and not look suspicious, but I wasn't fast enough, my boyfriend, Leon saw me pull my sleeve down and raised an eyebrow before swiftly closing the door and marching over to me. "Emil! What were you doing?!" he said in a hushed, angry voice, to make sure no one else heard. "Nothing." I said quietly, diverting my eyes, Leon sighed…