Sliding door

the glass rather weakly. Suddenly, the door begins to open. Athena attempts to carefully step out of the cryogenic pod but she loses her footing and falls onto the frozen floor. Her whole body feels like it's cramping. "It's so cold," she pants. Step by step, she manages to stand up and the sight in front of her causes tears to stream down her face. "Nate!" She whimpers. She…

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…

My dad checked out the door leading to the garage. He touched it and hissed in pain at the heat up against his bare hand. Then he opened it, to my horror the smoke barreled inside to our home. Nothing I could tell myself could waver my belief. The house was on fire and we needed…

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…

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…

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…