The Doorbell Rang

Soon it was 8:30 p.m and the little girl was tired. So she told her mom and she said”, why don't we go to one more house. But there was only one house left, the scariest house in the town. Her mom still made her go so Kayla walked up to the door. She rang the…

thorny weeds. We both had red toolboxes; inside of them were our favorite weapons, their ammunition, and other supplies for the mission. “Let’s try ringing the doorbell,” I suggested after I had tested the door and finding it locked. “Sure, I’ll do it,” Angie volunteered. She rang the doorbell, we waited a little bit, and then she rang it again; nobody responded and nothing happened. “Door breaching charge,” I proposed in an over-eager manner. “Sure, why not,” she laughed. I took my ammo…

M Meet my mom Next time I won't underestimate my mom’s capability of actually being nice let along saying yes or even giving my friends a try before she judge them cause my mom can be rude, ghetto , loud ,and nice at times especially to new people she don't like me bringing friend over at all cause of the first family I introduced her two they stole out of our house that's why no can come over for me. Until now it was in the afternoon around fourish and it was snowing and it was all…

Many people face internal conflict at some point in their life. Internal conflict is a struggle with a decision or a choice that occurs in the mind. Characters in stories are also faced with internal conflict. In the three stories “Fall of The House of Usher”, “The Utterly Perfect Murder” and “The Scarlet Ibis” the characters faced an internal conflict of their own. The conflicts vary from self-pride all the way to insanity. In the story “Fall of The House of Usher”, Roderick Usher deals with…

I went to the Ronald McDonald House for my city as text. Leslie and I went there on Monday night around six o’clock. I drove there so our traveling experience was not as exciting as it might have been if we had braved the bus. Traffic was a little heavier than I usually drive in, but that doesn’t take much for a girl has grown up driving on gravel roads. The directions to the Ronald McDonald house were fairly simple, but the house itself was tucked back a little farther. It wasn’t difficult to…

accident. Tough times, such as the death of a relative, bring responsibility in the later life. From just a regular day to a police officer showing up at my house, life can change forever. While playing a simulated car game, a police officer rang our doorbell. My siblings were sitting on the couch around me. I'm sitting their continuing to play my video game, because I hadn't realized what had happened. The police officer said that there has been an accident. I tuned out whatever…

I heard my scooter wheels harshly scratching against the rocky pavement. I glanced up to see a very unfamiliar place and Pearl, my best friend. I felt my stomach growl a roar of hunger calling for food as I remembered the lunch I had a lengthy and tiring 4 hours ago. I wanted to go back to Pearl’s house to play so dreadfully. We were lost and we needed to get back home, soon. It all started when we were playing on Pearl’s driveway. We heard loud, high pitched, music booming from the icecream…

snickers plummeting down my throat. YUM! When I had finished Trick-or-Treating, I headed home. As I was making the first few steps to my house, I remembered something! We didn’t go to our neighbor’s house! I bolted over to Dick’s house and rang the doorbell, “Trick-or Treat!” I yelled as loud as I could. Dick opened the door and gave me a whole bag of candy! Happily, I thanked him for the bag of candy and anxiously darted into our house, curious to see what was in the bag. I opened the bag…

potato chip company “Frito-Lay”, as a detailer. The best part is that my “supervisor” was a good friend of mine, an elderly man in his sixties. Because of this my immediate assumption was that the night would be relatively smooth sailing. When the doorbell rang, I enthusiastically ran to the door and proceeded to open it, and the warm summer air rushed in. Upon seeing my supervisor, I stuck out many hand to welcome him but with a stern look on his face he said “We’re late,” refusing my handshake…

It was a warm sunny day when my doorbell rang. “DJ it is one of your friends. Can you answer it please?” said my mom. I opened the door and there stood Rowdi and Sam, my neighborhood friends. “You want to come hit golf balls at my house?” asked Sam. “Sure” I replied with enthusiasm. “Just let me get my shoes on” I explained to Sam. As we walked down the street towards Sam’s house, the day felt pretty normal. “I can’t find the clubs or the balls. I will have to go ask my dad.” Sam said…