The Doors

at the end of the line and threw a quick glance over to see what the others were doing. I was shaking like a leaf, from excitement or nerves I do not know. The cafeteria’s floor was cold beneath my feet and the wind was whistling outside the glass doors. A woman in a white outfit, that looked like pajamas, with a black belt around her waist came over to me and showed me what we were doing. After that first day, I begged my mum to let me join the martial arts school. The next day, I went back.…

Griffin and his family lived in a very wealthy neighborhood with security cameras surrounding it. When he came home that afternoon he flung the door open expecting for his kids to come running up to see him but, it didn’t happen. A heavy silence filled the air. Griffin walked into the kitchen and saw a puddle of blood right by the sink and the back door open. He searched the whole house starting with James, he first born son’s, room. Nothing was misplaced or out of the ordinary except for the…

” “Ritsu, no one is here, stop being a baby!” Kisa snapped, over his friends constantly whining as they tiptoed through the dark room. “This is a bad idea, and it’s probably illegal now that I think about it.” “We already broke through the back door, we’ve passed the threshold of illegal activity. Also is it breaking in if they hid their key right under the mat? That's almost like they wanted someone to break in.” Ritsu shuffled behind Kisa, uncomfortable with the whole situation. If it was…

Burning Clothing Factory Protesting Workers Locked inside the building!!! The fire was located on the corner of Greene Street and Washington Place in Manhattan, New York. It happened on March twenty-fifth at 4:40 in the afternoon. Isaac Harris & Max Blanck are to blame people saying an exit was locked by the guards instructed by the owners to do so of 146 people killed. The fire is believed to have to been started by a cigarette during a break or some person who was careless enough to not put…

Ring ring, ring ring. The phone rings in Jaxson Browler home office. He is exhausted but answers anyway. “Hello?” Jaxson answers. “Hi there,” it’s his firm partner, “I have a job for you.” “What now Thomas?” replied Jaxson Jaxson starts to doze off as Thomas begins to describe the job, but wakes up as soon as he hears about the location of the job. “What?” Jaxson responds excitedly. “Thats right,” Thomas sounds more excited than Jaxson, “And you get to ride a cruise to get there!” “Really, I’ve…

“Someone let me out! I’m locked in the library!” She screamed repeatedly at the top of her lungs and banged her fist on the heavy, wooden door until she couldn’t any longer. She surrendered in defeat and decided to explore these cryptic halls. A stone arch made the massive room look regal. She carefully strided under the archway only to see the moonlight hit the floor. A massive hole opened up from the middle of the intricate pattern on the floor under the towering ceiling. A twisting staircase…

The sound of trains There is an elevated railway above the street that is used for the presentation. The train is invisible from the sight of the passenger in the vehicle. When the distance between the vehicle and the coach becomes tight, the sound inside the carriage is displayed from the car stereo. The location of the rail line is reproducing based on the transport timetable. Therefore, the announcement inside the passenger car and broadcasting in the railway platform, which flies out from…

“Why?” I yelled. “Why can’t you just get along!?” I screamed while holding my yellow Winnie The Pooh under my blue ceiling. My parents argued often, I hated it, but that’s all they did. I didn’t like it, I didn’t want it, I felt like I couldn’t do anything. Parents arguing and screaming at each other was a scary event when I was young. When it happened, it affected how I thought, what I thought of my parents, and other people involved. As a child I learned to have the ability to survive tough…

My first thought was how unbelievably messy it all was. Nobody told me how much grime was involved in covering up a murder. The blood that seemed to go everywhere was the first problem. At least that could be cleaned up with things found around the house. Covering up the body was the worst part. I had to dig around the garage that my dad hadn’t cleaned since before I was born. It took me an hour to finally find a dusty tarp covered in cobwebs. At least that took up most of my time until dark…

I was drawn closer to the ruckus of the court room. It wasn’t the peculiar defendant’s case or Emperor Claudius’s visit that caught my attention, it was the alluring, musical voice. I dragged my hands along the stone walls of the basilica until I passed the stench of the audience and drew near enough to the jury to hear their creaking wooden benches. I leaned against the wall near the edge of the room while in line with the defendant’s voice which sounded close. Unlike most prisoners who came,…