The Chair in the Doorway

The story “Wake” by Lisa McMann plays on the interest of the unknown and kept me interested as the plot twist never stopped. It is a fast paced story based on timelines of the dreams of Janie Hannagan. Her mind is incapable of ignoring another’s dreams when they fall asleep in her presence. Her determination and strength of living with this is captivating and almost beyond belief. At times throughout the store, I think it would be so mysterious to be able to know what others are dreaming;…

Mallard sits on a chair facing the window, she feels nothing but the emptiness and nothing else. As motionless as she seems, there was a glow of light that seems to shine over all the pain that she feels and she was trying suppress that feeling. I wondered what had lifted…

we checked to see that she was alright. Thankfully she was, besides the cut she got on her hand. It was due for a good cleaning but no big damage. Back at the campsite we took a moment to admire our little home for the weekend. There were chairs and blankets all over and it smelled like smoke because of the campfire that had burned all night. It was dusty and dirty, but we loved it. We couldn’t wait to make s’mores that night and curl up by a fire again. Little did we know the turn the…

She saw no lamps or floating tables. No upside down mirrors or books to read on the way down. Not even a grandfather clock or a rocking chair. Just the damp dark of the underground: heaven. Nearing the bottom, she noticed a dim light. She stared as she saw it flicker. It took about 1.2 seconds for her to get the results back. There was something beneath her. Hopping off the root, she set…

went to the sea witch’s (Ursula’s) lair. When Ariel got there, she was kind of scared because she did not know what was going to happen when she swam in there. Just as Ariel was going to knock on the door, it swung open and Ursula appeared in the doorway. “My, my, is it princess Ariel I see,” said Ursula. Ariel just politely nodded her head as the sea witch escorted her into the lair. Once they had both sat down, Ariel asked her question “Could you help me with a problem I have?” “What would you…

A very reluctant Ichabod was slowly inching out of the Van Tassel’s doorway. He very cautiously got his horse, Gunpowder, out of the stable. What he did not see was the pair of red eyes watching him from the forest. That figure had been there since the party started, but no one noticed. Once Ichabod began his journey home…

She uses simple elements to create a pedestrian aesthetic. In her work Café Müller (1978), she uses many tables, chairs, and walls with doorways to resemble a cafe. In this work, she has one whole section of the dancers entering from one doorway, running full force into the wall across the “room” running into and knocking down every table and chair in their way. The mixture of pedestrian props and real movement creates the look and feeling she reaches for in most of her pieces…

Prologue Amikah Delgard sat at her dining room table in the soundless hours beyond midnight with a bottle of rum in her hand. She stared at the sheathed katana sitting on two rusted nails on the wall. Amikah often awoke at night, drawn to the old weapon. She had taken the curved sword to the market several times to sell but always turned home halfway. Amikah reached across the table and took the katana from its resting place. Her left hand grabbed the hilt while she held the cherrybark sheath…

connection between the grades. The entire third grade is located down one hallway. There are also rooms for reading specialists down that hall, but no other grades are located on this hall. None of the classrooms have actual doors. There is a large doorway into each classroom and hooks outside the classroom for the students’ backpacks and jackets. When looking down the hall,…

“How is she?” Bass asked, sitting down in the chair beside Miles. He had just returned from yet another dangerous mission that he had volunteered for. Miles sighed. “You can’t keep doing this, Bass,” “Doing what?” Bass asked as he took Charlie’s hand in his. “Trying to get yourself killed. She wouldn’t want that.” Bass lifted his tortured eyes to Miles. “It’s no more than I deserve. Why don’t you go get something to eat. I’ll stay for a bit and read to her.” Miles shook his head, knowing…