The Open Door

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…

her. My head was flooding with thoughts; some were about my father’s condition, others were about how lazy I have been around the house. It was time about time I changed. We arrived at the Hospital’s emergency exit, as soon as the automatic doors slide open; the chill in the air sent goosebumps throughout my back, or it might have been the sight of my father’s watch, it was sitting in a basket with numbers written on it. The watch meant the world to us, my grandfather had given my father that…

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…

I assumed that it was my grandma. My dad moved to go and get the phone, which was located in their bedroom. My mom followed suit, pushing the chair out away from the keyboard, taking a deep breath, and walking to follow my dad into their room. The door closed behind her. They probably wanted to make sure that they did not wake up my brother or I, as we both were supposed to be sleeping. I however, saw this as perfect opportunity to complete my mission, which I so cleverly dubbed the “figure out…

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…

scratching sound coming from the back door. An uneasy feeling flooded her body. Her heart started beating fast, and she could feel a rush of blood filling her head. Dizziness set in. Should she open the door? Should she call someone? Who could she call? There was no one in the area she knew. She grabbed a broom handle that had been leaning against the wall. “Not much of a weapon, but I guess it will have to do,” she said quietly to herself. Laura walked uneasily toward the door. The scratching…

The Beatles, and The Jimi Hendrix Experience had gained a massive following from young people all over America in just a few years. But, none of those groups stormed the culture of the time quite like The Doors did in 1967. According to Mick Wall, after only one album and less than year, The Doors had quickly gained popularity comparable to that of the Beatles in a fraction of the time. Why was this? Perhaps…

suit on and I patiently waited for my father to tell me to start the car. I hoped that he would not wake up, or that it would be an eternity before he actually ordered me to do this task. He finally asked me to start the car. As I walked out the front door, I felt needles hitting my face. I turned the car on and my father came out quickly. I got in the passenger seat and we drove off in route towards the car auction in Denver. I must have snoozed off because the next…

on the frail janitor who stood in front of the silver bars. "I came to mop the end of the hall, turned to greet Lance, but he wasn't there." He explained. " I notified the front." He motioned to his walkie-talkie peeking out from his pocket. The door was locked; no sign of escape was present in the cell except for the absence of the inmate it formerly housed. Aside from the grey and white striped jumpsuit pooled in the center of the unhappy room.…

My dad checked out the door leading to the garage. He touched it and hissed in pain at the heat up against his bare hand. Then he opened it, to my horror the smoke barreled inside to our home. Nothing I could tell myself could waver my belief. The house was on fire and we needed…