Door security

I got to a door I recognized. Beau’s. I opened the door and the second I did arms flung around me. “You’re alive! She didn’t kill you! I never thought I would see you again!” His words were muffled by my hair that he was currently nuzzling very affectionately. I wanted to relish in the affection, but I knew it was wrong. I knew I had to pull away. So I did. “He’s the one you should be with. Just saying.” A voice said behind me. I spun around and saw Freya leaning casually in the door frame as…

Overview: Sage Chapel is non-denominational chapel centrally located on the Cornell University Campus designed by Charles Babcock. Its physical address is 147 Ho Plaza, Cornell University, Ithaca, New York. Neighboring buildings include Olin Library, Uris Library, Day Hall, and the Cornell Store. 1. Condition: Sage Chapel is in great condition. There are some minor faults in the exterior of the building, however. In the courtyard of the North façade, the stone foundation is being stained green…

I assumed that it was my grandma. My dad moved to go and get the phone, which was located in their bedroom. My mom followed suit, pushing the chair out away from the keyboard, taking a deep breath, and walking to follow my dad into their room. The door closed behind her. They probably wanted to make sure that they did not wake up my brother or I, as we both were supposed to be sleeping. I however, saw this as perfect opportunity to complete my mission, which I so cleverly dubbed the “figure out…

at the end of the line and threw a quick glance over to see what the others were doing. I was shaking like a leaf, from excitement or nerves I do not know. The cafeteria’s floor was cold beneath my feet and the wind was whistling outside the glass doors. A woman in a white outfit, that looked like pajamas, with a black belt around her waist came over to me and showed me what we were doing. After that first day, I begged my mum to let me join the martial arts school. The next day, I went back.…

Growing up as a child I had a pretty ordinary lifestyle. We lived in a comfortable two story home with one and a half bathrooms and three bedrooms. I had a nice, cozy bed, clothes to drape myself in, and food in my stomach, what more could I ask for? We never really struggled to acquire things but we were not the most blessed family. At the end of the day, we had what we needed and that is all that mattered. My parents are the most diligent workers I know. They made sure all my needs were taken…

“Why?” I yelled. “Why can’t you just get along!?” I screamed while holding my yellow Winnie The Pooh under my blue ceiling. My parents argued often, I hated it, but that’s all they did. I didn’t like it, I didn’t want it, I felt like I couldn’t do anything. Parents arguing and screaming at each other was a scary event when I was young. When it happened, it affected how I thought, what I thought of my parents, and other people involved. As a child I learned to have the ability to survive tough…

and manicured grounds appears. Int. Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women - Evening Cammie and Liz descend down the spiral staircase towards the Grand Hall. Everyone is laughing and enjoying themselves. Liz and Cammie keep looking towards the door in the atrium. • LIZ (whispering in a Southern accent): Maybe there was trouble with the plane? Or customs? Or … I'm sure she's just late. Cammie nods and glances at the foyer. • LIZ: Did you hear from her? I didn't hear from her. Why didn't we…

blood running down his thin sheet of skin out of the freshly sliced cuts and drenching his shirt with spots of blood. He restraints himself to look back, because another look at his mother would cost him his life. As he approaches the front wooden door with beautifully carved glass panels that allow people inside the house to look outside in a blurry vision, he sees a tall and distorted figure standing outside. There are also a few other smaller figures behind…

Jeep swung into our driveway, and Jackie was leaning on the horn before the car came to a complete stop. Grabbing my coat from the couch, I walked out my front door dragging my arms like dead weight. I slowly made my way to the car gripping the door handle with little to no effort. I sat down in the seat, and before I could even close the door, and was already halfway down the street. “Why did you interrupt…

“Someone let me out! I’m locked in the library!” She screamed repeatedly at the top of her lungs and banged her fist on the heavy, wooden door until she couldn’t any longer. She surrendered in defeat and decided to explore these cryptic halls. A stone arch made the massive room look regal. She carefully strided under the archway only to see the moonlight hit the floor. A massive hole opened up from the middle of the intricate pattern on the floor under the towering ceiling. A twisting staircase…