Cellar door

One night when I was a little kid, I had a nightmare where I felt like I was being watched by someone or something. I was laying on the couch in my grandparents' living room. When I woke up, I started to get a weird feeling. Like someone was there, so I slowly sat up. I called out for my grandparents. No one answered so I decided to walk to their bedroom. They were sound asleep. Weird I thought to myself. So I walked back into the living room to check if someone was outside. When I looked out the

I had just gotten back home from my university classes and like always, I gazed at the time on my watch. It was precisely 10:00 pm and in my town, known as the haunting hour. Concerned about the thought, I inserted the keys in the lock of my newly perfected dorm room. I was caught in the moment when a buzzing emanated from my bag. The whole series of events in those few minutes sent a chill up my spine. Someone with a deep and unnerving voice was at the end of the line and announced the dreadful

Someone once said “Great things never come from comfort zones.” That is basically saying that if people have a comfort zone they won’t fully be able to enjoy the things that make them happy. With comfort zones it holds people back from becoming the best. The dictionary states that comfort zones are “a place or situation where one feels safe or at ease without stress”. “Relief”, “soothe”, and “ease” are just some of the synonyms of this phrase. “Discomfort”, “stress”, and “unhappiness” are some of

"Where the fuck are we going, the border's West." The hulking six-foot three, heavily tattooed Latino removed a ham-size first from the steering wheel and glared at the man in the passenger seat. "Just shut up and drive, trust me. I got you out of that fucking hell-hole didn't I?" Although the speaker wasn't as burly, at six feet one with a more athletic frame, Carlos clenched his teeth and nodded in acquiescence. He'd seen what Jimmy was capable of and the warning signals in his piercing green-eyed

Sakura stood her full height and glanced from her daughter to the door. Mumbling a couple of garbled sentences, Haruhi pointed at the doorknob and looked at her mother. “You want to go outside?” Haruhi smiled in response to her mother’s question. “Ah, okay. We have to get changed first then.” She bent over to lift the child from the floor and Haruhi whined loudly when her mother walked in the opposite direction of the door. Stepping into Haruhi’s room, Sakura studied the lavender

on their past and sometime attempt to re-create it. Throughout my schooling years I have often looked back and asked ‘why?’ as I tried to open the door into my bygone days and try to solve my question. It only so happened a week before graduating that I got a wakeup call onto the fact that I was opening all the wrong doors. Now I am opening a new door into the future creating new experiences and friendships. Throughout my last week of school, I sat in my English class 5 times, for 45 mins each, to

interes thing that wasn’t the same from the book to the movie was like in the book when they first enter to the house the door didn’t close by themself I think Mrs. Dudley close the doors and, in the movie when annie enter to the house there was these water source and I think she made it to work again and the rest of the people say where is annie and she enter to the house and the door closed by it self. Mrs. Dudley tell the

The Dream Once there was a girl and her name was Catherine. Catherine is 13 years old and ever since she was little she would have the same dream once a year every year. Catherine would tell people about her dream but anyone she told either thought she made it up or thought she was crazy. Until one day when she met her now friend Gabbie. When Catherine got to know Gabbie more she told Gabbie about her dream and Gabbie actually believed her. Some time in the month of November Catherine was terrified

outdated apartment that has the view of another dirty apartment building and all of your furniture is the color of exhilarating grey. Wonderful indeed. After this man left apartment 303, rambled down the scummy cement stairs and out the shabby double doors and into the busy bustling of the streets. A tsunami of people marched from each direction like a poorly put together marching band, going this way and that, bumping into each other like it had been choreographed. The man waited until there was an

When I am in a new place my number one fear is getting lost. This fear came true when I was attending a summer program and had an unreliable team leader. Now thinking about it, it was one of the best experiences of my life. The thought that one man made me feel different about being lost is crazy to me. This memory is one that will always make me laugh because of how six teenagers were able to wander around a naval base for thirty minutes. In this program I was in a group with five other kids