A Short Story : A Story?

I turned away and walked up to the locked door back inside. It was dark inside the library at 1 AM. I knelt beside the door and took out the spare key Barksdale had given me. I forced it into the keyhole and then tapped on it until I heard the lock break from the inside. I turned the knob and the door swung open easily.

He steps onto the semicircular veranda, walks from one end to the other, then returns to the entry. He fumbles with the key in the lock, and thinks he should have done this while Pete was still here... 'Well if it doesn't work I'll break a window and fix it later... The place is mine now.'

“Uh, yeah! Sure!” When I knew I was l alone I ran all over town looking for the source of the snow. I finally found it at an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. I waited a couple of seconds before saying something but before I could, someone spoke.

Lennie paced around the room, pounding his fists on any wall he could find. With a sour face, he checked every nook and cranny between the page and the text for something taking on the form of a door. A way to escape.

He made himself braver and stopped putting off going to answer the door. When he went he was apologizing to the man or woman trying to get in. telling them how he was napping, and how he barely heard them. Then he opened the door.

When he got to it, it was locked so he broke a window and got inside but no one was inside and the front door was open so he closed it.

The door was locked to get in. Edmund pushed with all his might, but could not get it open. He backed up, ran up to the door, and body slammed it. That worked.

“This to quiet,” John thought. “Well it's a good thing my kids are at the game with their mother,” Said John. “Wait didn’t I lock the door this morning?”

When he arrived to the hotel, he locked the door. After he locked the door, someone knocked. He ran to the door, unlocked it, and opened it. After, Jonathan saw a stranger standing at the door. The stranger said, “Is this your first time here?”

“So…”, I say dragging out the word, looking at Orsino, “ you’ve been awfully quiet.” Orsino now leaning on another locker looking down at the floor. He mumbles something but I can’t hear it.

Jonas was coming in for his first meeting with the Receiver of Memory. He was nervous at first, but then went inside of the first door. The secretary let Jonas in. Jonas was surprised by the locks on the door, but when the secretary explained it was to help keep the old Receiver of Memory concentrated, he felt relaxed.

“What did you say, Jacob?” A cold voice called out on the other end. Sweats broke out on Jacob’s face as he cautiously answered Sam. Shit. He thought he did a good job hiding his thoughts from Sam. “I said nothing.” Jacob kept his voice steady.

After each word she tugged even harder, but it wouldn’t open. The thoughts of her room being teared apart started to make Marsha anxious. She finally cried out as she jerked the door handle as hard as she can. Fine, the password must be something I hate, Marsha thought to herself.

It was a sweet and delicate piece of bread, Ali imagine. Now it was just a stale piece of bread in a crowded trashcan that Ali and Smalls was hunting in.

knew that should the officer come into the house he would arrest her for her father’s name was on everything around the house. From the stolen goods to the stacks of money on the table. Brook never touched the stolen goods because she did not want to have anything to do with her father business. As for the money that was the only money that they had so brook made her own money honestly and used that to buy groceries. But her father did not know that she did it so she had to take a certain amount of money each week and hid it so that her father did not know. She swore that if she ever found that person her father had taken any of the stolen things from she would return them.