Essay About The Story 1

Matt opens the wooden handle on the door that has an oval like shape made out of glass that he can see through with white symmetrical designs that look kinda like petals of a flower. I finally opened the door and say

Gary opens the door, a knife in one hand, and coffee mug in the other.

It’s four o’clock in the afternoon and the sun is still shining bright in Fort Jackson, South Carolina. It is hot outside, about 99 degrees. My heart is pounding with fear of the unknown. The bus stops and the doors fold open. A soldier comes running up the bus stairs in a round brown hat screaming at the top of his lungs, “Get off the bus, now soldiers!” I jump out of my seat and immediately rush to the front of the bus, along with about twenty other new recruits. I have no idea what to expect but have heard the horror stories about basic training and how much the Drill Sergeants yell and apparently this Drill Sergeant has a set of lungs on him that could dwarf a bullhorn.

Suddenly the big door in the back of the room whooshes open. A deep, carrying voice greets the room with

Jones is exceptionally wise in her decisions with what she wants to do with Roger in numerous ways. Before letting go of Roger, Mrs. Jones gives him some advice, “And next time, do not make the mistake of latching onto my pocketbook nor nobody else’s—because shoes come by devilish like that will burn your feet” (3). Mrs. Jones tells Roger this because she wants to teach Roger a lesson. She wants Roger to know that he would feel guilty for the rest of his life if he continues to buy things with stolen money. Mrs. Jones wants Roger to change his future as a thief and become a better person.

Osomatsu was preparing his food when he had heard a knock on his door. At first, it was a soft knock. When Osomatsu did not answer right away, the knock became harder, “Oi, Oi, I’m coming.” He stopped what he was doing and went towards the door, sliding the door open.

He counts the money he has made so far that evening, locks it up in a drawer, and walks over to his customer.

Once the letter was open and the envelope lying on the desk, he palmed his drink, sipping at the amber liquor, as he read and re-read the letter.

They all stared at the door with its beatifully pieced together glass. until Mystique finally spoke up. "Issomeone going to open

When the door creaked open, Devin poked his head out groggily and croaked, “Who is it?”

The burden of motherhood can prove to be far too tough for some women in today’s society. One habitually is informed about a woman who either abandoned her child for adoption to a firehouse or even worse, which could be better, left unmentioned. Some mothers can fill the role of motherhood and beyond. The female who filled this niche in my lifetime was Zulma Enid Saldaña. Not only did she go above and beyond with her role as my mother, but also surpassed expectations as a father in my life as well.

Since Kieran grew up in Tint City, he knows full well that nothing in life is ever easy nor free. So as he looks at Aden suspiciously, he carefully asks, “what is it?” Aden stands up then walks to him and towers over his 5’11” frame and smirks as he says, “sell yourself to me.” Kieran immediately backs away from him and looks at him with a disbelief and shocked expression.

The door opened slowly creaking with every inch it covered, on the other side was a brightly lit room, blinding for the first couple of seconds. “What is your wish?” A breathy voice asks slightly muffled by the distance.

He turned at once, slipped into his chair and reached above his head to gather the headset from its rack. It fit snugly over his ears, and he arranged the mic boom so he could talk.

At Waltersburg, troubles easily dissolved like sugar on the tongue, and Lindsey was able to experience full excitement for the ball. Mary carried out most of the preparation, conferring often with John, and Ron and Lindsey’s walks began to take longer and longer, leaving the elder couple whole hours to chat about what they considered immense progress. And perhaps they were rightly pleased.