Door handle

It’s small but seems to continue to grow upward.Soon the feeling of newly placed soft carpet on the bottom of your feet, making you want to lay there for hours. A kick,trying to force the door to close, it doesn’t close. Turning around , securing a hand around the handle, with a push and a lot of body weight the door eventually closes.Suddenly a teal slanted mirror is seen revealing what caused all the commotion . A right turn of your head leads to a light greenish color painted across the wall.A picture

He noticed that facing him, was a wood panelled, silver door Otis elevator. On its top panel a reversed isosceles triangle direction indicator, which pointing down glowed with a soft florescent orange.The right, hand side panel. Sported a circular, black lift call button, backlit displaying a soft green

Under the tenderness of a blanket, Raven squinted through the window at the piercing rainfall. London had a crisp air on an early December morning, and today followed suit. As Raven’s eyes wandered aimlessly through the congested area of families and business people, a peculiar man and object had slowly consumed his concentration. Wearing a black trench coat and a claret coloured fedora, the man had entered the object yet was more unassuming than a Galapagos turtle. Two minutes had gone by and Raven

unlocked door and approximately $1000.00 in cash and two cartons of cigarettes are missing. Upon arrival, I made contact with the owner of the 141 Saloon who I know to be John Gruidl, bartender Charles “CR” Dobbs and CR’s girlfriend Elisheba Paraday. As I walked into the bar, John began to explain to me he could not find his keys this morning before leaving his residence. John advised he used a spare key he had at his residence to unlock the main bar door. John then showed me the door he discovered

having pay cuts and we just can’t afford to have this many workers it just cost too much.” explained her ex-boss, Jonathan. Lauren started to walk to her car which was parked right outside the coffee shop. While shedding a tear she opened the icy door handle and proceeded to put her key in the ignition. Once she got to her house she just sat in the car thinking about what she was going to tell her son, Jack, who had just started the 7th grade. She thought about is for a while then came up with a solution

willing to pay for it. Nothing had become above Bert’s character at this point. Not if it meant keeping the doors open and the lights on. But soon, if things didn’t change, giving patrons oral gratification would have to become complimentary in order to keep the place going, and Bert knew it. He had just done a line when he thought he heard something, a noise just outside his office door, somewhere in the main stage area. Bert waited a moment listening intently. Is it the cops? he thought. Are

2016, the most nerve racking day of my life was approaching. This was the day after Woodbury High School's three day volleyball tryouts, and I had to wait two terrible hours to see if I had been cut or made a team. The teams would be posted on the doors inside the activity entrance of WHS at 12 o'clock sharp. Previously, the three days of tryouts lasted four hours each, it was held on four courts that felt as though you were in the sahara desert when playing. The courts ranged from beginner to advanced

“I’m going to Carly’s.” I repeated. “Ok” she advised “Bring your brother’s bike and be home by 6:30.” “Ok, thank you, bye Mom, love you!” I hollered, already down the hall towards the door. I scooped up the ingredients to make the slime, put it in my backpack, and ran out to get my bike. I opened the garage door and scooted my brother’s big blue bike onto the driveway. I hopped on and was on my way the half mile to Carly’s house. I was SO excited to make slime! Slime

Finally reaching the first stop in my journey, I swing the car into the driveway. The duplex stands before me with lights blazing and lighting up the whole neighborhood. The tense atmosphere of the house threatens to suffocate me the moment I open the door. When I walk through the threshold, a playpen in the middle of the

sometimes even princess dresses were all left in the driveway. When I reached the garage door I noticed the weathering on the wood from the sunny days of summer. I could distinguish discoloring on the two metal handles on the sides of the garage doors. I opened the white garage door that lead into the house and noticed scratches at the bottom of the door. The paint was almost completely gone at the base of the door and the white paint chips were still on the ground. The further I walked the more pictures