When it comes to opening a door there are many ways you can do it. You pull a handle, turn a knob, push it forwards, press a button or simply stand in front of it. It’s strange to think that the door, an object we are all familiar with hasn’t existed forever. The door opening mechanism has been around for amount of time, as the door knob was invented much later than the door itself. Before the door, there were simply openings. These openings let in everything from one space to another: people, light
Everyone hates me for what I am. They all think I am strange. They stare as if i were the main attraction at a freak show. I hate myself for what i am not: social, outgoing and happy. No one would miss me if I died. I cannot take the torment of living in this world anymore. I would be better off dead! I sit on bed in my candle-lit room, the black velvet curtains drawn shut. The smoke from the burning incescents swirls throughout the room the in the pale flickering light. The melancholy sounds
Laughter is an interesting topic. Mainly because of the lack of thought that goes with it as to why we laugh. In an article titled Laughter: An Essay on the Meaning of the Comic by Henri Bergson, the theory behind why things are funny is explored. He mentions many different things in his article pertaining to the comic, however, there are a few that stand out more than others. He talks directly about the fact that things are only funny if they relate to humans. Then he touches on the idea that
caution. We recommend that you stay indoors and be careful to who you open your doors to.” Right as the report ended I could hear the sound. The sound that sent chills through my nerves. The room went cold. My eyes widen and my senses grew stronger than they had ever been before. My ears keep picking up the terrifying noises that haunt me. My eyes stay peeled down the hallway as I gently get off my couch. I can see the door and unclear image of what lies behind it. As I start moving forward bit by bit
bed and watched out my window the snow drifting methodically to the ground. The tall pines stood watching over the cabin and their shadows seemed to have a life of their own. The howling wind caused an occasional screech and moan of the old wooden door. I was alone in my cabin except for the wicked cold, which made me a number of times reach for my blanket as it nipped at my exposed body. I trembled and my teeth began to chatter as I read my newspaper by the candlelight. As I began reading I came
inner lassitude. ‘…Daniel…’ it calls again. And he knows its source, and that knowledge causes him to shudder. The boy sits up, rubs the moisture from around his eyes (for he has wept while sleeping). He gazes at the dim shape of the bathroom door and is afraid. Afraid…and fascinated. He draws aside the covers and walks to the ... ... middle of paper ... ... wondering. She has an unclean desire to suck his very soul form him, to make his heart rise in the flesh inside him, to drag from
deposit your body waste in. Shit. Emmy thought. I really have to pee. She got up and walked/ran to the door, which did not have a door handle. Great. She was about to start pounding on it when there was a knock from the other side. The door slid open and Emmy had to quickly step back to avoid getting squashed. A tall figure appeared at the doorway...
him including his bones to be gone. I turn and run to the door while slamming it shut. The End of Me This is the end, I’m writing now knowing the seconds are disappearing from my life. The bangs on the door grow louder and louder, as the turtles are growing more hungrier. I hear the hinges on the door start to give way. I now know man is no longer on the top of the food chain. Instead of hunting we are the hunted. Now as the door gives way I see why no one can survive. I hear them scampering
the left side and saw the door to room 1408. The door was different then all the other doors he had seen along the hall; it was slightly bigger and the color was different. All the other doors were black and freshly painted while the door to room 1408 had an old greenish color and there was places were the paint had been chipped. Mike also had a hard time seeing the number of the room since the paint was slightly faded away. When Mike inserted the key in the door handle, his heart was beating as
My trembling hands clutch the crinkled bed sheets. They tighten their grasp as I slowly lift my eyelids and bring myself back to reality. A haze shields my vision. As I attempt to raise my head, a chain suffocates me, dragging my body back onto the hospital bed. My fingers swiftly crawl up my chest, recklessly clinging to my neck, trying to identify the restraint. A neck brace. Now that I take a look at my broken body, I see a several layers of bandaged tapes, with crimson marks seeping through
above. I adjusted my winter coat and mentally prepared myself for the hellish crime ridden streets of Brooklyn. I tugged on the door handle again, the stupid thing was still stuck. Rubbing my hands together for alittle warmth I got a good grip on the handle and leaned back, putting all of my weight into one final heave. The rusty hinges snapped loose and the heavy door flung open, smashing me in the face. Blood poured from my face like a faulty water fountain. While I was lying on the floor, writhing
flashed to life. Shadows danced around the room, and images flashed, while he went to get something to eat from the kitchen. First to the fridge and then shuffling through the drawers, Brady was unaware of the light rattling sound of the locked front door being covered up by the noise of the TV in the... ... middle of paper ... ...ces. On the way home Brady tried to explain the threat that waited for the family ahead. Skeptical his father pulled up the gravel drive, parked the car, and got out to
forever. I pulled into the driveway of my house and parked my car. I grabbed my coat and bag and opened the door. When I got out I instantly began to smell the sweet aroma of the long rose bushes making their way out of our fence and into the world of our driveway. I was so captivated by the fall breeze, and the beautiful smell of fall in the air that I didn't even know that I was to the door. As I snapped back into reality, I looked up and I was standing at my doorway.
to accept their help even if I did not need it, however I decided it was best to go throug... ... middle of paper ... ...he toilet and the shower had a seat that could easily be folded down. Every bathroom in Scott Hall has a lever handle, metal bars, the door swings in and a seat that can fold out, but the doorways weren’t as wide as the one I used. At first I thought it was a handicap bathroom, however when looking for the logo I could not see one. Whether it was supposed to have the handicap
Do you have a loud garage door? If so, you are probably well aware just how annoying it can be—even worse, it can cost you money if your homeowner's association discovers it. Fortunately, most cases of squeals can be muzzled with a bit of grease. Don't know how where to start? Don't worry, just follow the step-by-step instructions below. Quieting a Loud Garage Door: Step-by-Step Instructions An experienced homeowner can handle most situations of the squeaks. If you feel up to the task, just follow
he says "All I can do now is wait for the fashion merchandiser to die". This clearly shows a lack of respect for his authoritive figures, and fellow coworkers by hoping they would die so Hap could crawl... ... middle of paper ... ...came a door to door salesman. Throughout the whole play Willy is kicking himself for not going along with his brother, and it tears him up inside knowing the fortune that he missed out on. This ties in with Hap, because at the funeral, Biff announces that he is going
The Red Door I was awoken by a thump, as if the whole world shattered. I heard my mom cry my name out “Alexis!” I rushed down stairs and out on the streets of Whitecoast. People congested the streets, mumbling words. I managed to make my way to the front, and I my eyes met what the buzz was about, a door. It was a red door in the middle of the street, rusted door handle and fine detail on the wood. Nobody knew where it came from but we all knew it isn’t a good thing. The door creaked open and a letter
Esther lay in bed snuggled under the warmth and comfort of a corduroy quilt, its pounds of weight holding her a willing captive. Muffled by the overnight snow, the world was silent, creating the illusion that the house was wrapped within a cocoon. She burrowed into the feather pillows and pictured the snowflakes floating down blanketing the house, a serene glow of pristine white, drifting and gliding, carpeting the roadways, encasing bushes, shrouding bare tree branches with its lovely lace of
turn back until my door was latched tight and the door was locked. I sat there waiting for him. I sat for hour and hours. The day turned to night, but I was still waiting. At this time both hands were pointed straight up. Moments later a shadow appear underneath the little crack in the door. The creature seemed to just be standing there looking. I could feel his presence, and even though he might be outside the door his eyes were inside the room. He started to jiggle the door handle. At first it was
the king, the princess, and her lover. The princess’s decision on which door to gesture to her lover is presumed to have a large impact on the story, which it does however the question that is which door her lover opens remains un-answered. The princess will open the door with the lady behind it, she will be able to put her jealousy and romantic emotions behind human morality. The princess will lead the gentleman towards the door with the maiden behind it because it is highly unethical to kill a man