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Elevator Door
435 wordsPost a comment on this essay Read other users' comments Generate citations: MLA, APA Print this essay What's New | Popular Essays | Submit an Essay Index: Creative Writing Descriptive Essay - The Dentist's Office The phone rings and I answer, "Thank you for calling Business Systems this is Mandy how can I help you?" The voice on the other end asks for Amanda and I reply, "This is she". The voice says she is calling to remind me of my 4: 00 PM dental appointment. I sigh and tell her I will be the...
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Shower Curtain
283 wordsIts frosty air makes warm breath turn to a slight translucent haze; continues sound echo's around the glossy polished tiling covering the whole bathroom. Being night only reflections from the window lightens the room, making silhouettes. Broken mirror shattered sharp like knifes over the floor, picks up rays which dance along the window sill, moist air made it seem like a shower had been taken, letting off a putrid smell, as though something was withering away in the corner and had been forgotte...
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Perfect Moment The Word
671 wordsComing Out I stood there gazing at my reflection in the mirror, anxiously awaiting his arrival. Everything had to be perfect. I had spent weeks preparing for tonight. This was the night that Gary and I decided to reveal our true feelings for one another. We had kept our homosexuality a secret from everyone and decided that the Senior Prom would be the best time to come out of the closet. The sound of the doorbell caused my forehead to bead with sweat. I opened the door; Gary stood there wearing ...
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Forward Hold Attack Key Jumping Attack Jump
5,887 wordsStar Wars Episode 1: The Phantom Menace Walkthru vs. 1.4 (C) Copyright 1999 Marilyn J. Calor Email: This walkthru may be reprinted on other walkthru websites without permission so long as the original content remains unedited and intact, and proper credit is given to the author. If you have this walkthru on your site, please notify the author so she can send you updates when necessary. For any use other than a walkthru site, you must contact her for reprint permission. This walkthru is not publi...
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Every Few Days
741 wordsI hear them get closer and closer as the porch creaks every step to the door. My heart feels like its pounding through my chest, and sweat is pouring off my face as I sprint in a panic. I hear the key turning and the door opening just as I jump out the window. I've been staying in that house for over a week now. It's for sale and real estate agents come by every few days to show it. I'm a light sleeper and I've been able to slip out before anyone can see I've been staying there. I have no where ...
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Bathroom Door
1,379 wordsCollege Dorms Message: The inventor of dormitories... let's find him, make him pay for the travesties he's visited on America's youth, and force him to listen to Matchbox 20. Can't you see him designing these hellish stacks of humanity many years ago? From the sidewalk he raised his hands triumphantly and said, 'It shall be like the projects with less violence and more marijuana!' He then took lumber and Elmer's Paste, as it is often called, to create these pet carrier sized rooms that we live i...
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Door
1,176 wordsCollege A&P, by John Updike, is a short essay about a young man that encounters a moral dilemma while working in a local grocery store. The essay starts when three young ladies came into the A&P, a grocery store chain, wearing only bathing suites. A younger Updike was the narrator of the story he worked in the A&P as a cashier at the time of this incident. After the girls were spotted by the manager of the store he confronted the girls and asked them to cover themselves the next time they came i...
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My Building Door
1,136 wordsQuiet My hand shook violently as I fumbled with my keys. I tried to quiet the jingling, tried to unlock the door quickly without making much noise, tried to get inside before he caught up with me. I turned the knob and rushed through the door, locking it with a click behind me. My heart pounded in my ears as I shoved my back against the closed wooden door and shut my eyes. I held my breath as the footsteps echoed down the hallway. I prayed silently as they drew nearer, hoping they would walk pas...
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Elevator Doors
696 wordsThe sights, sounds, smells and the overall feeling of the South Bronx could make anyone appreciate ten times more what they have. I never lived in the South Bronx but have made many visits to my grandmother's apartment. This place wasn't the nicest city I have ever been too and definitely didn't make me feel the most comfortable. When I took those first steps out of my mother's mini van onto the sidewalk, the smell of beer hits your nose. Then when you take in that first look ahead it is probabl...
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My Thanksgiving With Theresa And Her Family
1,022 wordsOne cold winter day in November, my friend Theresa and I were fast asleep in the back seat of a silver Dodge Durango awaiting the time when we could awake to the sights of the New York skyline. It was a monotonous nine hour trip from the scanty town of Hertford, and we were both dressed for total comfort. With Theresa in her black pajamas that were two sizes too big and me in my blue pajamas and pig-tails, we slept for a surprising five-and-a-half hours. When we finally rose from the dead, we we...
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Twelve Flights Before My Boss Door
1,169 wordsWorking as a hitman has never been one of the easiest and certainly not the most reliable jobs there was our there, but I did it for the money. The money was probably one of the most tempting aspects of the job. Not counting the thrill of someone else's life in your hands. The money paid for everything I could ever worry about. Bills, gas money, food, apartments, hotels, and the occasional parties I would throw after one of my bigger hits. My last hit alone in downtown New York landed me three m...
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Sound Of The Door Handle
897 wordsThe touch of cold linoleum against the bare skin of my chest awoke me from my deep sleep. I tried to open my eyes but the shine of bright lights off of the newly polished white porcelain halted my attempts. Where was I? How did I get here? Confused at my situation, I tried once more to open my eyes, this time succeeding. My body ached like I had just ran a two kilometer marathon with thirty pound weights strapped to my shoulders. I couldn? t move. My arms, legs, fingers, and toes were still in t...
