A Short Story : The Story Of A Story

“Something’s...stopping me.” I reached out to grab his hand, but my knuckles hit an invisible shield as they reached the doorway. The door slammed shut, separating me from John. Hands wrapped around to grab my face, and I was dragged into the corner of the room.

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 sighed to himself they were currently at ‘his’ new unit’s armory drill floor. Friends and family gathered around intermingling with their solider as he bitterly watched. Some things never changed he had more than just resigned himself but couldn’t find a way to let go of the envy he felt. He was alone and no matter how much he strived for a lasting friendship or companionship it always ended the same way. He pushed himself off the wall and made his way to the nearest latrine laughter and tears following him as he walked by. As he pushed the first door thick, heavy, old door that led to corridor where the latrines were he felt a few pair of eyes following him. He briskly walked through the barley lit corridor trying to get away from the laughter, tears and the eyes. Finally he reached his destination and pushed the second thick, heavy door and stepping into the empty room. The door slammed loudly behind him disturbing the silence and the air in the room. He let go the breath he didn’t know he was holding and his

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.

Taking a chance he opens the door, peaking out to plan the quickest route to the door. There’s no one about, meaning his mother had hopefully fled the scene. Quickly he does the same, slipping through the small gap he’s created and rushing across the small flat towards the door, opening it and closing it quietly behind him.

You know, the life of a door can get pretty boring, especially when all you do is hang around on some hinges all day. It’s fun having two faces though, because if I ever get bored of looking into the bedroom, I can just whoosh myself into the sitting room. Then there is those times when absolutely NOTHING happens in both of those rooms, but don’t worry, I have a backup plan. My friend, the doorknob, always keeps me company when I’m in times of need. Sometimes we get into different arguments that will sometimes last days. One time I got him so mad that when Scrooge tried to opened the door, he refused and locked himself up. It was hilarious. Unfortunately, I guess nothing like that was gonna happen tonight, because there was sure plenty of other things to be interested in.

He heard Sterling slam the door to the room and begin to talk to someone outside. After a moment of so the door opened again. There was a brief pause before the door slammed shut again and footsteps began to approach.

He took another step and the door slammed behind him. He turned and returned to the door he turned the knob, but the knob would not turn. He heard more giggling high pitched and madding. All around him a swarm of boys threw themselves on top of him holding him down as his hands and feet were bound he could hear someone barking orders.

we head towards the door, it was made of wood and looked decently sturdy but as some could not resist the temptation of storming the house through the front door we bared our claws and scratched at the door hoping that it was weaker than it seemed, but alas that was not the case, as we were about to temporarily retreat we heard the delirious scream of a human woman which if nothing else fueled our yearning for food. Although we were ravenous and ready to attack with full force, but our leader motioned us to go back a distance to devise a

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.

With a loud 'bang!' A rusty door left of the entrance loudly opened with a skinny man in a white shirt pushing it open in glorious victory. People all around him rushed out in desperation breathing in the impure oxygen.

I begrudgingly raise my fist to the door, and, “Nock, Nock, Nock’. Not only can I feel to door rattle, but I can hear it too. I hear the usual scramble of people waking up and attempting to get decent enough to open the door, and the barking of dogs. The door is flung open and a tired appearing woman opens the door.

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.

David climbed up the old, creaky steps, but the door was jammed. He then put all his weight on his shoulders and rammed through the old door. “Now

Alexandra sat quietly in thought until she heard the harsh pounding of fingers rapping against the door3. She quickly stood up from her spot in a chair and brushed off her dress, adjusting it to be more comfortable. She hurried to the door and opened it apologizing profusely for not getting there quicker. Standing in the door was a young African