Sliding door

rusty door. I shoved my key into the lock and twisted listening to the kind of old medal move and the door opening. I peeked my head inside making sure that my mom had left and then pulled Benny inside. "I got you something to eat" I say throwing him a bag of chips. He excitedly grabbed the bag and smiled "thanks" he said. "Go do your homework and then I'll try to get us some dinner" I say, he nods and walks over to his extremely small room, shutting the door. I sighed as I opened the door to

Without answering I managed to wiggle free from his grip and put some distance between the two of us. There was a short silence…as if we were trying to anticipate the other’s next move. He walked towards me, I turned to run for the door, but he grabbed my left hand on the door knob before I could open it. His touch was surprisingly gentle this time. He took both of my hands in his and kissed them lightly on the fingertips. I quickly removed them not wanting to continue his game for another second. “You

Willy wanted to have a life like that, but it was hard to achieve.Because society was changing so rapidly, he wasn't able to keep up with the changes and adapt to the way the world was changing. People began to shop in stores and weren't relying on door-to-door salesmen for their shopping. The market for salesmen was changing and Willy wouldn't change to keep up with society. Willy was a good salesman but, there were changing and it didn't matter how good of a salesman you are. Willy looked up at their

I was never fully able to wrap my mind around how one discovers their vocation in life. It was not until last summer that I was able to uncover my passion. My novel discovery would take place during, one of the most scorching months of August I ever recall experiencing. It would be during this amplifying heat that I would conclude to go to Mercy Hospital and become a volunteer at the Emergency Department. This day would not only come to symbolize an inflection point in my life due to the fact that

walls, hanging copper pots and a sliding door the length of the patio. “The kitchen’s beautiful.” “Thanks, I love to eat breakfast here or on the patio.” He places the mugs on the table along with a small carton of half and half. I pour the crème into my coffee. He does as well. “I got your text. So you’re all good with

scooping me out of the play pin. I, being the elegant four-year-old, smiled and looked her straight in the eye as I drooled all over. I thought it was the funniest thing ever. It was after she made a face of love and slight disgust, that I heard the door knob start to turn. I looked over my mom’s shoulder and saw my Dad in the doorway. He

the scratching automatic doors. My

The house was designed so the front door would let you walk into the family room where the TV with a window above it and couch were located. The family room then went into the kitchen where the backdoor was located and a flight of stairs were to the right of it with no railings on one side. As Jimmy walk through the house he went up the stair where three rooms were located his moms bedroom to the right and his to the left with another door to the right that led into a small office room

over to the door, which looked like it hadn 't been open for a decade. Fay

Bishop—your house—is haunted.” Mrs. Webberton walked away with her shitty tins of feline treat and bowel loosener as Angela watched her leave. When Mrs. Webberton finally made it out the door, Angela finally allowed her hands, which were clenched into hard balls at her side, to loosen. Angela hurriedly went and locked the door, counted her register, and made the deposit. She grabbed her coat and put it on, took her purse plus her own small bag of groceries and headed out into the chill October night. She