The Doors

"Mason are you here for therapy?" requested Dr. Stiner, as he casually moved towards Mason, who was in the shadow of building half way into the night. The moon was high in the sky, creating small shadows in which Mason hid. Mason only nodded in response. "Follow me towards the movie theater," uttered Dr. Stiner. He proceeded to jaunt towards the theater with Mason close behind. The way Mason paced himself only made it seem like he was having a struggle keeping up with the doctor. The walk lasted…

beautiful daughter who had his whole heart. In this political system one must come to the arena and choose a door. Out one door would come a lady to whom you would immediately marry. Out the other door would come a furious tiger that would more than likely rip you to shreds. They believed that if you were guilty the tiger would come out, and if you were innocent the maiden would come out of the door you choose. This leads me to my next point. The king’s daughter was just as imperious as he was.…

blood running down his thin sheet of skin out of the freshly sliced cuts and drenching his shirt with spots of blood. He restraints himself to look back, because another look at his mother would cost him his life. As he approaches the front wooden door with beautifully carved glass panels that allow people inside the house to look outside in a blurry vision, he sees a tall and distorted figure standing outside. There are also a few other smaller figures behind…

I got to a door I recognized. Beau’s. I opened the door and the second I did arms flung around me. “You’re alive! She didn’t kill you! I never thought I would see you again!” His words were muffled by my hair that he was currently nuzzling very affectionately. I wanted to relish in the affection, but I knew it was wrong. I knew I had to pull away. So I did. “He’s the one you should be with. Just saying.” A voice said behind me. I spun around and saw Freya leaning casually in the door frame as…

Growing up as a child I had a pretty ordinary lifestyle. We lived in a comfortable two story home with one and a half bathrooms and three bedrooms. I had a nice, cozy bed, clothes to drape myself in, and food in my stomach, what more could I ask for? We never really struggled to acquire things but we were not the most blessed family. At the end of the day, we had what we needed and that is all that mattered. My parents are the most diligent workers I know. They made sure all my needs were taken…

him out unconscious, as footsteps could be heard gradually getting louder, and louder by the second, when it all stopped. Moments later he gains consciousness and everything around him begin to blur. Luke examines the room when suddenly a door opens. As the door opens, a man with bulky arms walks in, giving Luke a cold icy stare. “I've…

Whisking Margaret’s unconscious body into my arms, I steadily began to inch my way towards the back door in escape. However, the task was daunting. Traveling to Margaret alone was one thing; although, traveling back, amidst the intensifying search of spiritual thieves, with a comatose woman’s arms dangling amongst the floor, and having to ensure that one did not accidently bump into a chair, thus calling all attention to ourselves, made the situation a bit more problematic. Nevertheless, I…

decided to check him out. None of us thought to question the pumpkin head, but around its arm was a key hanging from a string. I took it over to the barn to see if it worked on the lock, and surprisingly it worked. As we opened up the barn door,we heard a noise in back of us, as we turned we saw the pitchfork stuck in the ground behind us and the scarecrow was gone. Then we heard a rustling on the other side of the barn, and a black hooded figure flashed by a window. We all screamed,…

meeting new people, we start to separate them into their rightful places. High school helps us adventure and experiment the many windows our heart’s desire to open. Knowing our loved ones are by our side tells us to do things to succeed and opening new doors and windows to people that may benefit us in the long run, only we can define if we decide to keep that window open. At the end of the day, no one knows how we truly feel because it’s in our nature to always hold captive something from the…

“I am sick of your smart mouth Nick. If you don’t want to come to the party with me then stay home. I’m sorry I even asked. I’m going to work.” Dani slammed the front door to the tiny apartment they barely gathered the money to pay for this month. “I didn’t fucking say…” Nick sighed, letting his voice drop out of a yell as to not alarm the neighbors. Again. Nick made his way toward their sorry excuse of a master bedroom, past the little dining table that was accompanied by two dark wooden chairs…