Essay On The Door 42

I landed hard on the asphalt, I probably bruised my ass, as if I didn’t have enough from Yaqui beating me up. I stood up. Where was I? Was I still asleep? I pinched myself, no I was definitely awake. I looked around, I was in a parking lot. There was nobody around, wait! There were some people I ran over hoping that they knew where the heck I was. I stopped short these were boys about my age maybe a bit older and they looked like they were in a fight. The fight seemed unfair because it was four against two, I wanted to help, but I didn’t know what I could do. I watched as one of the older boys pushed one of the two not as well dressed boy’s head into a fountain. He was drowning him! His buddies were laughing. “Ponyboy!” The other boy who I

9. “And then one hears—feels—the epic thump of two feet landing on that same floor. Somebody…had just broken and entered my life.” (p. 8, line 1)

I saw a bright light appear out from the darkness that I lay in. It startled me because I didn't know what was going to happen to me and my family. A large hand reached into this cold climate that was my home; and picked Emily (my sister) and I (Dylan) up and carried us into what felt like a desert. The large hand was connected to a large body, I later figured out that it was a human. I was sweating (unthawing) and I was missing my cold home so much. The human pulled Emily and I apart, took Emily, and placed her on a plate. I was next, the feeling of his wet, slimy hands was disgusting. Once I was on a plate, the human picked the plate up and took us both outside. It was like I was in a fire, it was scorching out here.

“The Door” written by Alex Finn takes readers through a story about a teenager struggling to go outside after being bullied. Cameron has agoraphobia and can’t face the fact of going outside, and is too afraid to admit it. His parent have to take a trip and are gone for many days. While they are gone, he is brought face to face with his fear. He teaches us through his journey that fear of judgement can make you afraid to advocate for yourself.

“Always the eaves creaked, tortured with a wordless prophecy; heedless of it all the clock ticked on in idiot content.” In the “Painted Door,” Sinclair Ross used motif to emphasize various key elements in the story. He used repetition to fabricate a different profile for each of the three key characters. Another key element enhanced by motif was the conflicts in the story. Finally, Ross used the iteration of ideas to create a more animated atmosphere.

I reached in my pocket for my pen so I could sketch some flowers. I pulled out a few dollars bills, and I remembered my mother gave me money so I could buy some milk for her. I turned around and went to the grocery. I went into the milk section, grabbed a jug, and headed to the checkout. The man in front of me in the line was staring at me. He looked at me like I was a vicious beast. I began to feel uncomfortable. The teenage brothers behind me were rough housing and when one threw a punch, they knocked me with their elbow. I couldn’t keep my balance. I went diving towards the ground, and I hit the man in the back with my nose. He fell to the ground, holding both his arms like he broke them. I got up and tried to help him up. He was backing up in fear saying, “Monster, you monster.” Everyone began to stare and back away from me, even the brothers. It was completely silent. I could hear my breathing. I heard one of the employees whisper to someone, “Call 911.” Then I bolted out the front door. I ran as fast as my little feet could go. In the corner of my eye I could see people behind me. They were catching up to me. At this point, I knew I couldn’t run any longer. I started to stumble and then, I felt a hand hook my shell. I went flying back. After that, the moment was surreal. I knew my mom was going to kill me, if the police don’t first. I don’t even remember much of it

Dear daybook… It’s Monday, I think who cares. But I have woken up in some hot place sweating like crazy. I think I am alone, but I don’t know. Last I remember is being on a plane with a bunch of other boys. So far all I’ve seen is a beach, palm trees, weird plants, and the sun glaring in my eyes. I start walking around for a while, and then I heard this weird loud noise over and over again. I began to follow it with excitement thinking I wasn’t alone. As I became closer it grew louder, I started to see other boys as well. Questioning if they were on the plane or not. As we all ended up at the same spot and there were to boys standing there saying how their names were Piggy and Ralph and they made a few rules. They also stated they we need

Finally, after what seemed like forever we came to a small wooden door that had been painted, you guessed it, white. But, this door was

“The Woman Who Walked Into Doors” is a novel written by Roddy Doyle, set in Ireland in the early 1990s. This story combines love and violence and shows how the two can go together in one marriage.

I and my friends are trying to escape and see the outside world of this place.me and my friends were hiding and left outside of the room that we were held in so we have all day to find a way out of this place. We have found a glass door to the backyard that has no fence we also found a doggy door that leads to the backyard.We are finally outside of that place and we are on our own

Our task - to find the key from the door and escape. However, this will not end our adventure. Sinister complex in which we found ourselves, just huge. It is full of deadly traps and ghouls who want to eat you.

As I was sleeping throughout the winter, I knew that it was almost time for Groundhog’s Day. This man with black gloves got me real gingerly and started heading toward a big cage. I knew that we were heading somewhere as soon as the car took off. I decided to go to sleep, and when we got there I woke up wondering where I was. I started to abrasion my head against the cage when all of a sudden I saw someone grabbing the cage. I was so scared that he was going to drop me as we were heading up the steps.

At the age of thirteen, I found a monster under my bed. I couldn’t see it, but I could hear it, writhing and squirming in the darkest corner. It would whisper and move about my room in the dark. Only late at night could I hear it. Fear radiated from it, gripping me by the heart and paralyzing me from turning to look.

It began the morning of September 1, we slept soundly through the night as we had always, but this time it was different. I heard ringing from the hallway but I wasn’t sure what it was, I peeked through the doorway,there was a creature standing there about to come in my room I slammed his head in and he suddenly stopped. As I went back to sleep and after five minutes I heard it again, this time the creature

"The Woman Who Walked Into Doors" is a novel written by Roddy Doyle, set in Ireland in the early 1990s. This story combines love and violence and shows how the two can go together in one marriage.