The Doorbell Rang

“ BANG!” I slammed the door shut hesitating to start a new life if the place I missed very deeply. I was threshing the moments at mars as the shuttle started to blast off. The shuttle wasn’t so bad, it was big, the colors inside were all gray, black, and white. I was pretty lonely in the shuttle all I did was sleep , read,eat the food in the boxes, and think about Nana. 6 months later I squealed knowing that the shuttle just landed. As I took a deep breath and stepped off the shuttled I thought…

a story about my dear friend Anna Moore. (From the perspective of Anna Moore). I’m 24 years old and I live in North Dakota. I am going to school to be an art teacher. My story started on July 27, 2015. I woke up ready to go to school when my doorbell rang. I tiptoed down the steps to see who was there. “5:15 in the morning! Who could it be?” I thought to myself. I creaked open the door to see who has arrived. I looked down to see a teeny tiny yellow package. So I did what any other person…

Chapter Thirty-Two Slipping Through Glass I sat in my room on the floor, silent, still, straining to make out the sound of footsteps downstairs, while I waited for what seemed like forever. Finally, I saw an arm holding a stack of books, a leg, another arm, and Emma slipped all the way through the glass. “That was awesome,” she said, setting her books down on a table. “We made it back, and hey, look, your room is perfect, except for the pile of dirty clothes in the corner.” “Right, which is…

I arrived at the nursery gates late for my first observation, which was not a positive note to start on. I composed myself then rang the doorbell, the gate unlocked and walked through the playground toward the nursery reception. I had been looking forward to this opportunity all day and finally the time had come. I was greeted by and unfamiliar face that introduced themselves as the manager, then I introduced myself. She asked me which child I would be observing and which room then she escorted…

did she come from? Was it real? Was she real? Those are the questions I can’t seem to find the answers to but I know that it was the first time I didn’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not. For the first time life was crystal clear. The doorbell rang and rang but no one was downstairs to answer the door so I sipped the last drop of my coffee and answered…

located my house key. What I stumbled upon once I opened the door was my mother. As always, she had a bottle of vodka clutched into her hands. I went up the stairs and all I could think of was Lauren. Approximately fifteen minutes later the obnoxious doorbell chimed. My feet moved at such a pace that before I knew it I was downstairs. However I had not beaten my mother to the door. The minute I got downstairs, I saw my mother with her vodka, and Lauren awkwardly standing outside. “And who in…

Why do people feel horror when experiencing sudden change in a story? Transformation can be witnessed in the three stories, House Taken Over, Where Is Here, and Sleep Paralysis. In these stories transformation makes the readers feel fear, alarm, and panic. In the story, House Taken Over, there was sudden change in the middle of the story, because of an anonymous intruder. “Irene and I got used to staying in the house by ourselves…” (pg.38, narrator) The narrator and his sister stayed home,…

Ding, dong. DING, DONG, the extremely irritating doorbell rang. Waiting was hard. I just wanted to burst through those doors and finally meet Michelle’s new baby hedgehog, who she had been telling me about for weeks. I was impatiently hopping from one foot to another when I heard footsteps coming closer. “Caitlin!” she exclaimed as soon as she opened the door. “Come on, come on, Quilliam’s upstairs!” I could hardly contain my excitement as I pushed past her and ran up the wooden stairs to her…

Taking a deep breath, I noticed the large piles of clothes, both dirty and clean. “Dang, that’s a lot of clothes, that’s probably why she’s in here so long everyday.” I thought to myself about my mom. The rest of the night I couldn’t, knowing that in the morning we would be making our venture to the breeder, 3 hours away. “C’mon C'mon, get up, we gotta go!” Casey screamed. It was time. I quickly threw on some clothes and sprinted down stairs. “Connor, we need something to put the dog in on the…

Once upon a time in an ocean far away, there lived a cookie cutter shark named Cookie and her best friend, Fishy. They were the best of friends; they did everything together. One day while playing outside, Cookie had an idea. “Hey Fishy,” Cookie said, “How about we bake a cake?” “Okay, that sounds like a lot of fun,” Fishy replied. “Have you ever baked one?” “No, but I know where to start!” said Cookie. “Let’s go to my kitchen!” “Okay!” So the two friends swam to Cookies house, both of them…