Word: doorway
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 2000-2009
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...happened just outside my doorway, in the long carpeted expanse of New Quincy’s third-floor hallway. My killer concealed himself in the room across from ours, and I can still hear the terrible popping sound his twin machine guns made as he burst out into the open and riddled the walls, doors and floor with with bullets—er, nerf darts. I spun, too late, and managed to get a shot off, but it sailed wide, and then my assailant opened up with a second round and I went down in a hail of darts...
...tells me it would make her more comfortable if I would join her. I'm standing in the doorway to Jacky's hut. About me are flea-infested dogs and puddles of stagnant water several inches deep with garbage, and all around is the stench of smoldering trash. The horror of this daily existence is tangible. I don't like being in this place, and I find depressing the idea of living in a world that has places like this in it. And I know a hit of the mad medicine is the easiest way to make this all seem...
When I was 18, he told me he wouldn't pay a penny for my college education, and so I worked my way through school and thereby got the gift of independence, an inestimable gift. But I stand in the doorway and look at him, asleep, and I am afraid of him. He is still my dad, and his power is greater than that of the New York Times...
...room. In the first photograph of this tryptich, a woman with dark brown hair and glasses sits on a bed, only the head of which is visible behind her. The center photograph presents another angle of the same room. A dresser is visible as well as a doorway, through which a portion of a darkened room can be seen. Through the doorway, a portrait of a mother and daughter is just visible. The last photograph depicts the same scene as the first, but the woman in this photo, although she looks similar, has gray hair. She is the first woman...
...tells me it would make her more comfortable if I would join her. I'm standing in the doorway to Jacky's hut. About me are flea-infested dogs, puddles of stagnant water several inches deep with garbage, and all around is the stench of smoldering trash. The horror of this daily existence is tangible. I don't like being in this place, and I find depressing the idea of living in a world that has places like this in it. And I know a hit of the mad medicine is the easiest way to make this all seem bearable...