Door

assumed every millionaire had this lifestyle. I was completely wrong and unaware of how the average millionaire moves. Reading The Millionaire Next Door by Thomas J. Stanley was extremely eye-opening for me. I highly recommend this book for anyone trying to learn about money and personal finance. I had no idea the average millionaire could be my next door neighbor. From tv shows to music videos and movies I’ve been preconditioned to…

The book “The Millionaire Nest Door” is about the millionaires of America and their lifestyle. The authors went to investigate on how millionaires get wealthy and how they stay that way. They wondered are most of the millionaires from rich families that get inheritance from their parents. Do the millionaires of this county live in big houses with numerous foreign cars? Do millionaires buy thousand dollar suits and watches? Do they by no means have to worry about budgeting and investing their…

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…

Dark images remain etched in my mind. During the time I entered my teen years something happened to alter my life. The memory echoing sounds heard at the beginning of that faithful night. A symphony of snaps and the soft crackling sounding in chorus effectively expressing a non-threatening occurrence taking place. The smoke was intoxicating, consequently, lulling us to sleep. Gently, I would wake unable to move; unsuspecting to me, my body being consumed with fumes. I could hear a still slight…

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…

Maybe it was the box in front of the house with large red, runny, letters proclaiming me to enter. Or maybe it was the blue door, that looked far too new to be attached to this house. It could have been the crumbling brick that made up the entirety of the house, or the crumbling bricks that sat outside the small building. It called to me, pushed me to it’s bidding, begging me to enter. It probably hadn’t been the best idea to enter, in hindsight, I could have made a much better decision. This…

“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…

I walk out of the room into a long hallway and out of nowhere a door was slammed shut. I question my decision on coming to this place was taking this big of a risk worth it. The only option I have left is to crawl into one of the vents. I make my way out of the vents into the 2nd story of the building the Lobby is downstairs…

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…

a fly is bothering us. The only power Death has is to kill an object. It is not able to modify the path an object takes. Our lives are usually described as a series of doors and windows. When one door closes, another door opens until we get to the last door in our lives. This is when death “tugs at the knob/ of the invisible door./ As far as you’ve come/ can’t be undone,” (45-48). Death will come at the end of your life, but your life is so much more than the end. Everything that you have done…