The Knock

It was raining in West Seattle, which was not all that unusual. What was not so usual was that it was also raining in William Berry’s bedroom, which was coincidently also in West Seattle. The rain inside William’s bedroom was probably due to the very large hole that went through the ceiling and through the roof as well. The hole had been created when a cable broke on a crane. The crane had been lifting a very large air conditioner to the roof of five story apartment building next door to William’s

spent most of the night occupying himself with studying the stars and doing his best to keep his mind off his problems. The stars had always helped him with that all his life. A quiet knock sounded at his door, startling him out of his thoughts. At first, he thought it had been his imagination. But then he heard the knock again. Who would be knocking at his door at five a.m.? It certainly wasn’t Madeline. Gabriel opened the door and his eyebrows shot through the roof. “M-M-Madeline.” She hugged her

drawing spare thoughts on a sheet of paper. After a few trys at drawing the same thing three seperate ways, Alex settled on a variant and began to draw it in a larger scale on a clean sheet of paper. Knock Knock Knock.... Alex didn't move at all. 'Probably another one of mother's boyfriends.' Knock Knock Knock... "Hello!" A familiar voice shouted through the main door. Alex peeked out the blinds by his desk and down to the front door nearly right below his room. Outside of the door was another classmate

gone to the top deck to get coffee.  Lazily, I got out of the twin size bed, and walked a foot over to where our bathroom was.  It took more time to squeeze into the bathroom, but you get used to it.  When I came out, I walked out of the room and knock knock,  my parents door opened.  “When are we going to eat breakfast?” I questioned to my mom.  “In about 30 minutes, just get ready and we will meet you up there,” she stated as she closed the door in my face.     I was still in my pajamas and was putting

auditorium is breathtaking. If I wasn’t this nervous I would probably enjoy it, but we all know that would never happen.” He heard no laughter, and if it was because it was nonexistent or he hadn’t heard it, he wasn’t sure. “So, jokes, I could do knock knock jokes or some really long story with a cheesy punchline, but instead, let me tell you about my life.” He glanced down, not sure where his mind was leading him. He gestured toward himself and commented, “Clearly I was born to be the only wizard who

The Brunswick Hotel has stood at its current location since the 1920s; some jokers say the piano player has been there almost as long. In exchange for room and board plus tips, she plays three shows a day. Her Barrel house is slow from her arthritis, and her voice--roughened by decades of whiskey and tobacco--cracks on the high notes. Sometimes she dreams about her twin, the other playing fast melodies in the upper register while she pounds out a boogie-woogie bass line, four feet tapping time better

She always came here and talk with her soulmate. Because Sans is likes to sit on the branch but Toriel on the ground, only Sans can know who Toriel is but Toriel not. The way to let these two soulmates know was reciting poems, but not telling knock knock jokes. The content of the poem, that Sans and Toriel firstly recited: Sans: “As fast as thous shalt wane, so fast thou growest, In one of thine, from that which thou departest; Toriel: “And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestowest; Thou mayst

UBC Application Tell us about an experience, in school or out, that taught you something about yourself and/or the world around you. (maximum 200 words One evening, my family and I were approached by a homeless man asking for money as we were about to enter a restaurant. My siblings jolted behind my father; however, his eyes caught my attention. He was starving; not only for food but for clothes, warmth, a home, and a family. All of which are aspects of our lives that we take for granted. My father

All about Giannis Antetokounmpo The name Antetokounmpo has thirteen letters and six vowels. This name is hard for many people to pronounce. Do you know where the The Greek Freak got his name? Well, he got his name from Greece since that’s his home country. Childhood Giannis Antetokounmpo was born on December 6, 1994 in Sepolia, Athens. His parents came from Nigeria to Greece because they wanted a better life. He has two older brothers, Francis and Thanasis, and two younger brothers, Kostas and

United division Where there is division, there is also unity. One thing that divides some might be the same thing that unites others. That could be sexual orientation, gender or race. The latter is the one Hanif Kureishi explores in his essay “Knock, Knock, it’s Enoch” which is about the effect of Powell, published in The Guardian in December 2014. He implies that instead of looking for things that divide us, we should stand strong together because in the end, “we are all migrants from somewhere”