I was sitting in Blake's living room as the doorbell rang and the thunder roared. The storm started a few minutes ago but was already so loud and out of control. The clear blue sky turned into a sad grey color along with my mood. The fireplace was burning so we will stay warm. I was waiting for Blake to return with coffee but instead he rushed back into the living room from the kitchen to answer the door. I watched as he opened it, there was a chandelier hanging above him and the door was as big
Halloween. Halloween is a favorite time of year for many children. It is the time of year when the air gets crisp and the leaves get crunchy. All the warm smells of cinnamon and pumpkin come out, and the sticky, sweaty clothes are replaced with warm, cozy sweaters. Kids have been waiting all month for the one night where they can eat as much candy as they want, and talk to strangers! Everyone pities the kids who don’t dress up and pass out candy. But this year, they’re the lucky ones. It was
The sun shined into the bedroom and my heavy, tired eyes eagerly opened. A huge smile was revealed on my face and a burst of chuckles traveled across the room. The laughter of a four-year-old child filled the hallways. The excitement was visible in my coffee-colored eyes as I ran down the stairs. I was elated! Today was February 4th, 2005; it was the day! This was the day that I got to finally play dress up with my mother and baby sister. I expected this day to be the best day of my life! However
Conflict The first time I saw them, the sky was like soup, boiling and stirring I couldn’t believe the hatred they had for each other. In case you didn’t know whom I’m referring to, now is a good time to tell you, to do so we will have to take a step back in time. Once upon a time there lived a young women by the name Angelica. Angelica was a very young and beautiful woman who came from a very poor family. When Angelica turned 12 her parents were too poor to put her through school this
cousin Travis, but had only imagined the details of his personality. She dreamed of a strawberry blonde with cute freckles and a goofy smile. A boy with an imaginative brain and an adventurous spirit just like her. At exactly four o’clock, the doorbell rang. Sarah smoothed her hair one last time and waited for the guests to scan in and identify themselves as family before being able to enter. “Diana, how are you? Travis, you’ve gotten so big.” The boy standing in the doorway was a disappointment.
Timorem Patris Superessendam Prologue: As the rain pounded on the roof, Genevieve sat alone in the room that held her dead parents. It seemed impossible to live without her parents. She watched the wind blow and roar like a lion. The bottle that could end this nightmare right now stared her down from across the room. She glanced toward her mother's coffin “ I know she wouldn’t want that.” Genevieve's mother had always been a strong advocate for education and the a career of some type. Genevieve
The thunder clapped as the doorbell rang. Charlie ran to the door opening it with a smile from ear to ear as Grandma Smith walked in and hung her damp, plush rabbit fur coat on the splintery coat rack. “Finallwe,” Charlie said, “I thought no one would show up. “Oh, Charlie,” Grandma said, “Where are your parents at?” “They’re in the Lounge,” Charlie yelled back as he ran to the Powder Room. Grandma Smith walked through the hall with the aid of a wooden cane looking at all the beautiful pictures and
“Charlotte! It’s eleven o’clock; get your lazy ass outta bed now!” Mum called from the kitchen. “I hope you didn’t sleep in like this all the time I was away!” “Yeah, course not.” I mumbled pulling the covers over my head, snuggling further into their warmth. A few more minutes please I internally begged not ready to open my eyes to the light. Next thing the warmth covering me disappeared as the cold air attacked me. “Get out of bed now Charlotte!” “No, I’m still sleeping.” I grumbled. “You
system as she stood trembling in front of the massive door. Come on Woods… You can do this… You’re just talking to your girlfriend… Who you told not three hours ago that you love her and then fled the scene… Yeah… Piece of cake… Lexa pressed the doorbell and it took every ounce of courage she had stored in her body not to bolt from the steps and back into the safety of her car. She ran what she wanted to say over again in her head, she would apologize for apologizing earlier and tell her that she
Smell As I walked in the door, aromas flooded my nostrils; my day as a waitress had begun. Immediately, bacon sizzling on the grill grabbed my attention then resumed filling the kitchen and the street air outside with a salted, hickory twist. Taking a deep breath and opening the door to the waitress station revealed a pot of freshly brewed coffee, its creamy perfume— tangled with the bacon from the kitchen— had encased the small town diner. My first customer was an older man. The stench of his