The Doors

How can a princess choose what door? Should she choose the lady or the tiger? Let's find out. In the story “Lady or Tiger” by Frank R. Stockton, the princess had a difficult choice to make. Her boyfriend was put on trial and he had to choose between two doors. One door had a beautiful lady behind it, and if the boyfriend chooses this door then he gets to marry her. In the other door held a ferocious tiger ready to pounce and eat the first thing that it sees. Now, if she loved the man she should just

engagement and support systems for youths. Many of the youths in the movie was raising themselves, which included finding the means to support their and/ or their family’s basic everyday needs such as: food, clothing, and shelter. That alone opened the door to negative influences like drug dealing, drug use, drug abuse, and violence. Many of the students at Eastside HS were more focus on everyday survival, then the importance of having an education and the growth that it would bring them. The movie

This place might be the filthiest place you’ve ever seen, but the paychecks are even worse. Up the grimy stairs the man went, with his shiny black case filled with who knows what and into the first door on the right. The room had grey carpet and the walls were grey too. There was only about three desks in the whole room and two people sitting on either side of them. Stacks and stacks of documents covered one corner of the room. The man ambled over

“Bye mama, bye papa have fun at the convention, see you at the end of summer!” I watch them settle back in the car then drive away promptly. Hesitantly, I wheel myself closer and closer to the monstrous door of the cavernous threshold. I finally get the courage to knock on the solid maple doors but then they suddenly burst open sending a gush of wind through my stringy hair. “Eliza!” A strange looking woman shrilled. Her joyous tone was so high-pitched a glass could crack. The odd woman eyed me

outdated apartment that has the view of another dirty apartment building and all of your furniture is the color of exhilarating grey. Wonderful indeed. After this man left apartment 303, rambled down the scummy cement stairs and out the shabby double doors and into the busy bustling of the streets. A tsunami of people marched from each direction like a poorly put together marching band, going this way and that, bumping into each other like it had been choreographed. The man waited until there was an

I don't quite recall when I first heard a Doors' song, but I could safely assume that it was Jim Morrison wailing the tune "Light My Fire" or "Break on Through". After all, these two anthems are the foundations upon which the Doors' legend was built, and to this day remain the band's gems. But as I have come to learn through the years of reading about and scouring over regurgitated bits of information of this group is that they are so much more than a member of the genre of those

“Well, here we are.” he said at last. He had a face of fake happiness. When Yuki approached her house, she felt heartbroken. She saw that her house was one of the worst ones at the camp. The window in the back was broken, the back door was very defective because the door had no lock and the handle was broken off, and the beds were very dirty from all of the dust and sand that spread throughout the camp. “I guess that this is our new home.” Yuki sighed before she coughed. She didn’t feel very safe

building stood four stories. Its rectangular frame was plain in design; riddled with standard rectangular windows, you would expect to see in a building from the early nineteen hundreds. Street side there was a set of standard aluminum framed glass doors with a brown plaque above them. The brown rectangular plaque was pressed, allowing for its brass material to protrude out, giving it a three-inch border. Mimicking the border in design, the name “Badger” was centered on the plaque. If I hadn’t seen

closer to the doors now that the lot was emptying of the visitor and patient cars that had parked all day. She looked at the display on her phone, Dylan should be getting moved back to his hospital room from recovery, it was seven fifteen and the sun should be sliding to sunset, she

occurring, but without the cars lined up and down the street, everyone around us quickly figured out that almost the entire Mondragon family had moved into the same neighborhood. Inside my house there are two living rooms. The first one is by the front door, it has mahogany floors, cream colored couches that are as soft as silk, and a round glass dinner table. This living room quickly became just for decoration. The real magic happens in the back of the house where my second living room with white tiles