The Doorbell Rang

The sun was blazing in the sky, it was a warm summer afternoon and my sister and I were home alone, waiting for my parents to come home from work. In the ten minutes of them arriving, there was another gentle knock on the door followed by a very unusually quiet and seemingly humble voice. “House maintenance” he said as my mom leaped up to peek through the peephole. “It’s the repair guy, he’s here to fix the toilet” she told my dad. my mom unlocked the top lock, and the man aggressively pushed opened

After ringing the doorbell several times, Karen pounded on the door, and screamed, “Wake up, Dan. Wake up, Dan! I need your help.” Ready to go to another neighbor’s house, she heard him say, “Hold on I’m coming!” Opening the front door, Karen saw her neighbor standing in the doorway wearing only his boxer shorts and a tee shirt. He asked, “What’s wrong? Karen, what’s your problem.” Weeping, she said, “Something is wrong with Katherine. Come quick.” “Just a minute,” he said, rushing into the

“Hello, Sweetheart,” she said, as she poured another cup of coffee as he sat down at the counter beside her. “Sweetheart, my ass, I called you to have lunch with us and as usual your phone was off or the batteries needed charging. Why carry a phone if you don’t answer the damn thing?” “Sorry, I didn’t charge it last night, and left it on Mom’s counter when we came back from lunch.” Shrugging her shoulders, Marlene asked, “Where’s your father?” Sipping his coffee, Jerry said, “He’ll be in shortly

Britney, Britney, I quietly yelled upstairs. Britney was already upstairs when the doorbell rang. I didn’t want to yell loud enough that the person on the other side of the door hears me. I walked towards the door and the bell rings again. Who is it? I asked now at the door. It’s me, the voice said. I took a deep breath oh it you Liam_____. I thought hard about opening the door because Britney was upstairs and I don’t need her to come down. Okay, I thought. I will open the door then run upstairs

ACT ONE: It all started when a strong, virtuous, good-hearted Scarlet woke up in a park just before dawn. It was the fifth time it had happened. Feeling really annoyed, Scarlet punched the ground, thinking it would make her feel better (but as usual, it did not). Scarlet finally making it back to her house, when suddenly realizing that her beloved Brass Knuckles were missing! Immediately she called her best friend, Kat. Scarlet had known Kat for around 20 years or so, the majority of which were

Looking back, I remind myself that friends are temporary, but memories are forever. This was going to be our last night together, Cesli and I. Cesli Crum was my best friend that I met in third grade. That year came and went, and though in fourth grade Cesli was held back, we still vowed to always be best friends. Then, that winter of two thousand fourteen, her family decided to move away. I felt devastated, so my mom agreed to have Cesli over one evening right before she left. Thus that is what brought

Ava was a quite girl living a quite life with dull brown hair and grey eyes but it that all changed when she decided to go out to a party with one boy, Evan the star football player with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She wakes and it is the morning after the party, as she stretch’s she looks around and realizes that she isn’t in her room but in a hotel room; being curious she moved the covers of the bed and discovers she is in a white top covered with tiny red dots, it must have been from the

As I was walking back from school with my friends, Will and Alex, we were talking about what we were going to do tonight for Halloween. The teachers seem to be really concerned about us, telling us not to go by ourselves but rather go in big groups or with our parents for trick or treating, like were 13, we can handle ourselves. Mr. Robert our history teacher was telling all the kids that he hates Halloween because it symbolizes the devil and demons. He was yelling at another student, I forgot her

The morning sunshine seeped through the cracks between my shutters, lighting up my room. I could hear the clock ticking and the rays of sunlight bouncing off of my eyelids. I barely got any sleep last night because I was ecstatic that tomorrow was, my birthday! I jumped up out of bed, how could I have forgotten that it was my birthday? Suddenly all of my drowsiness turned it into excitement and I jumped up, throwing the red gradient quilt off of my bed. I slowly walked out of my room, making very

“Nicole Skylar Cavazos!” Yelled my mom, Heather. I just knew that I was in a heap of trouble with my mom. I had taken my moms beautiful black and silver shimmering necklace, with a sterling silver chain… again. “Where’s my necklace Nicole!” At the moment, I was sitting by my large window on my purple violet chair in my clean room, looking out of the window at the hot and dusty plains covered in dead sandy sad colored grass, and the few little umbrella looking trees with a dark color green wavy tops