Door Wide Open

103, the entryway unlocks and invites her in. With her overnight bag in hand, she sees a stairway located near the elevator and took the stairs instead. Making her way up, the door of her studio welcomes her wide open. Walking on wood flooring she was in awe when she notices the picturesque sighting filling the open spaced studio through the living-dining and kitchen area. “Have I ever failed you?” Federico asks remaining close to the stripper pole installed in the living-dining area. “Never

Have you ever seen a man eating his wife? I sure hope not. A few months ago scientist discovered a new plant in a small town in Alabama called Fort Payne. Deep In the woods they had found a beautiful flower that they had never seen before. They dug it out by the roots and took it back to their lab in Montgomery Alabama to do experiments on it. Scientist wanted to find out what exactly this plant was capable of doing so they started testing out different things. One day after they were done experimenting

remind the immigrants of the light in the darkness; the torch of liberty is her most enduring symbol. She expresses, “Send these, the homeless, the tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” The beacon used in this poem as an opportunity to come to this new world through the golden doors which represent the hopes and dreams the immigrants bring along with

upon the one thing he hates most, the eye. So for a week strait he quietly sneaks over to the old man’s room, and ever so slowly opens the door and then with great patience he cracks the lantern and views in upon the old man and his face, but alas the eye is covered and so he has no reason to kill the old man. “And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it – oh, so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed

discuss it along the way.” He followed her out of the room and past the door to accounting. They took a flight of stairs down. “I killed Marty because he killed Ryder Quinn. I intended to kill Bobby Pugh as well since they were both responsible. Then Marty let something slip about poisoning the water supply. I did some research and I ended up here. Coincidentally, so did Bobby.” She pushed open a heavy set of metal double doors the opened out on to the loading doc. “Something else is happening, but

had just rung "bing bing bing". When we all walked outside and saw out zombified town. Most of the kids ran some stood there. I ran home to my family my house was .5 miles from my school. I was so scared. I finally got home. My dad had been at the door waiting for me to get home. My dad demanded " Get In The House Now!", "what is happening" I groaned , " I will explain later" He shouted. "ok'' I whispered as I walked inside.

You sit reclined in the cockroach infested darkness on a bed that is not yours, but you find that actually, it is far comfier than the one that you try to sleep on back home. In your own bed, the rusty springs that dig deep into your ribs serve as a welcome reminder of cold reality as your mind swims in the black waters of blissful agony. Here women scream, children scream but best of all the men scream in a high-pitched symphony of beautifully poised terror. You feel an icecap chill sweep down

I wear makeup. This is the first thought which occurs to me as I hasten down the stairs, gasping, heading straight towards my room. It is when I slam my bedroom door shut, lock it, place a chair against the it, and turn the doorknob countless times to make sure it is secure, when I can finally breathe a sigh of relief and sit on the edge of my bed. I wear makeup, but I don’t wear mascara, eyeliner, lip gloss, or blush. I wear makeup, and it doesn’t go on my face. I wear makeup on my mind - I

box. It’s not often I get new toys. Her hair is blonde and she’s wearing a pink swimsuit top with matching shorts, a pink snorkel and flippers are next to her. I can’t stop smiling. She has big feet like me. “Thank you Thank you!” I exclaim, my smile wide as I scrunch my nose and jump up and down. My mom and I live in a castle, but we never have any money. It’s called Rose Garden Grove Park, and it has lots of rooms and a lot of other people live here too. The castle has a Lord, I’ve only seen him

This Tuscan home has many of the characteristics of lavish open plan living yet having a cozy touch to it. This modest Tuscan home features most of the popular contemporary eco-friendly attributes such as an open layout, good passive solar gaining windows, along with wide open sliding/folding doors. There's a smooth flow from your living spaces, through to the outdoor patio, to the outside backyard garden spaces. This Tuscan home works perfectly as a vacation holiday home or perhaps as a peaceful