he reached for the deadbolt and tightened it.
“hurry”
She scampered underneath the bed.
“HEY, HARROLD I KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE.”
A load and thunderous jolt to the door pained through the apartment.
locked in. locked out. doesn’t matter which one, just that you’re on the wrong side of the door. seems like it takes forever to get to the other side, only that when you do, have you made the right decision? deadbolted, stuck, but maybe you’re stuck in the right place. you just don’t know it. find out.
dead bolts are on doors, if you are unsure of someone knocking on your door you canuse the deadbolt to keep them out. They also hold people you know out too! like family that you really dont like or friends that come to your house after getting really drunk. Maybe a tornado will be stopped with it. or if there is a bull it could make it harder for them to get in!!!! dead bolts are a nifty invention that can keep you safe from things from the outside and should be used more than they are.
the man came to the door at the end of the long alley. the cops were hot on his tail, but room 109 seemed to glow on the end of booker street. He ran into the door as hard as he could, only to be knocked back by the deadbolt holding it in place.
Im not quite sure what it means. useless, dumb person? Id imagine its similar to deadbeat.. which is kind of like calling someone an idiot. or brain dead or something. or I could be completely wrong and deadbolt could be some electrical term or something. Time is up now
Like a deadbolt, we’re locked in place. I try to loosen the latch, but the more I pull the deeper it seems to sink in. I can’t get to you and you can’t get to me. We’re stuck here and I’ve loved you for three years, missed you now for three months. Deadbolt. Heavy and condemning. Eternal. I’ll never forget you, and never forgive this door.
lock to a door. dad always tells us to throw the deadbolt when we’re at a hotel or something. he’s crazy about that. you can hear him at night walking around the house making sure all the doors are locked. i think he’s so paranoid/adament about it because his house was broken in to when he was little.
Just a flick of his wrist, a twist of his hand.
Like a magicaian he has them, his accompaning band.
They watch him with awe, his skill as it unfolds.
His name, a mystery, even they are not told.
A teacher and his pupils, only missing is the book.
Faces full of wonder, such a sinister look.
She said she didn’t know how the lock got there. I studied her face as she said this, trying to determine what on her face was freckle and what just dust or dirt from sitting under the apple tree today. Her dress was green, touched with yellow and a bit of a bias that swirled almost unexpectedly as she turned to study the next furiously bright flower.
The door was locked. The deadbolt on the other side was drawn and I couldn’t reach it to slide it across. I wouldn’t be able to get in, not today anyhow. I would have tome come back some other time to discover what was on the other side.
i dead bolted the door. the bolt was like a thick steel bug sticking annoyingly in between the doorway, the quiet, and all the potential in between. the dead bolt, like heavy american language that sticks in the bowls underneath your tongue. deadbolt. like the space underneath your tongue and all the space between you and silence.
doors shutting with hard slam. cardboard boxes surrounding you and you can’t help but wonder if this was the right choice. the door shuts and all you see is what you’ve lost and what you could have had. it will never be enough. you’ve had a taste and it will now never be enough. the life you live is not your own. you are a coward. and that is how it will end. deadbolt in place.
This is what gives most protections. It’s like some sort of protection that we find useful but in reality it’s just a cold piece of metal. I think it offers people a sense of security and well being. My dead bolt makes me feel like nothing can hurt me; no one can get in my home or violate me in any way when I’m in my home. But when it’s not locked it’s just a piece of metal attached to my door. That doesn’t help me…does it?
I hate how my mom won’t let me lock he dead bolt. I feel like that ruin the purpose of having it on the door. It’s like some guy will bust up in here and take me like that elizabeth girl. And then someone will be typing about me and won’t even remember my last name. Just like this.
deadbolt. Doors. locked. I’m alone, I’m scared, and I miss you. I’m locked inside my own mind. I can’t get out. I’m alone, on the floor, wearing your shirt, and crying ’cause I’ll never see you again. Your death sealed the deadbolt on my lonely fate. I miss you. I’m scared. I’m dying. Mostly, I’m trapped. Deadbolted in an abyss of myself.
A deadbolt was the picture that came into my head when I thought about loneliness. Such a state of desolation, no freedom, it makes you numb. Cold hard metal deadbolt.
i felt my body sink to the ocean floor. dead, my feet dragging against the sand, running between my toes. Effortlessly my lifeless body sunk through the coral reef. I couldn’t bare seeing my feet stuck in cement any longer.
i dont know what that is a lock i guess
dead grandma
scary for milwaukee so no one breaks in like the east side rapist
kane street is safe? probably
it going to be sooo fun
campfires
cant wait for forrest to come over, i like hims so much even though he doesnt trust me. i dont trust him either all the time. i love him probably. i have my own bathroom too
lock is hard to open. locked decisions. its about hard ships and almost impossible to get through. protective, paranoia. Insecure people use to feel safe perhaps afraid of intruders. It is secure.
locked up with no escape. a never ending thought pattern that will continuously plague your mind. dont even try to change its direction, because the memories and hopes will persist. cave, succumb, give it to it. give yourself over to your mind, because it has you captive anyway.
deadbolts were invented out of mans distrust in each other, its a symbol of our separation from each other and the locks we put on our own minds and perspectives because of it
Stop. I find you for a moment among the streetlamps, and you look brightly into my eyes.
Lights. Yours so dark… but there’s something… something making them burn aglow.
Eyes. Fire blazes the curtains dangling down from all sides.
Now. You are not smiling.
Sudden. Why are you here? Why are you here then?
Gone. Go away. And in an instant you are gone.
Are you really there? No frightened stare, no human statue…
You have left me here all alone.
In my lifetime, a deadbolt has always represented security and comfort. The ultimate in door protection, it keeps my brain and my body safe through long nights. Without the deadbolt, fear would reign supreme over my lowly existence.
In the time it toon to mount a houre, the alphabet misconstrued ititself accordingly. With an abundance of knowledge, and a creative pallette, it thereafter flourished. Forever.
The two wires slipped into the hole easily and my tongue poked out with concentration. I felt the top wire graze across the top of the lock. Teasing one at a time, I carefully work through the lock. And at last, I felt that delightful last click, the lock coming loose and turning. I nearly let out a shout of victory but quickly reminded myself the importance of this operation. Top secret, no one could know. Carefully, I turned the door, cracking open the door.
Hah, my neighbour could no longer keep me out. I was going to turn down that damn thermostat.
And I was going to sleep well tonight.
Deadbolt. My first thought is that I don’t really use locks in my life, but then I immediately realize that that’s a lie. Of course I use locks. They’re just not material ones — most of the time, anyway. I use locks on my heart. Lots of them. If you want to get close to me, you have plenty of locks to open up. If you dare.
I bolted out the front door, hoping I could leave the feelings of death and fear within the house behind me. I leave the premises, never to return again.
The deadbolt clicks quietly into place. It’s odd, considering what it means. It means I’m done. I’m alone. It means I’m really going through with this. For better or for worse.
Deadbolt. It means completely locked. Like a car. As if you are trapped. The doors are deadbolted. You cannot get out. You are stuck; you are a prisoner. Forever alone. How do you get out of this trap? When are you going to break free? You miss the feeling of being needed, of being wanted. How long will this last?
Deadbolt. It means being locked somewhere and not a single person has a key to open it. I wish there was a deadbolt in most things, especially life. This would prevent us from getting hurt because pain is the worst thing that can happen. But I guess that would not be life. LIfe without pain is not life. We learn from our mistakes and mistakes come from suffering. I just hope that I don’t end up hurt too bad once I let go of the deadbolt.
Life is like a series of doors, all marked with imagined deadbolts. These are restrictions we put on ourselves to hold us back from our whole potential. A free world with open doors is the hardest thing to obtain, because of the self limits we deadbolt upon ourselves in the process of experience and life itself.
i want to keep people out of my home so i use a deadbolt lock. it seems like i should be able to keep people out with other means like a shotgun or bit sword, but the deadbolt is good too. swords and shotguns require my time too while deadbolt locks work by themselves.
he reached for the deadbolt and tightened it.
“hurry”
She scampered underneath the bed.
“HEY, HARROLD I KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE.”
A load and thunderous jolt to the door pained through the apartment.
locked in. locked out. doesn’t matter which one, just that you’re on the wrong side of the door. seems like it takes forever to get to the other side, only that when you do, have you made the right decision? deadbolted, stuck, but maybe you’re stuck in the right place. you just don’t know it. find out.
dead bolts are on doors, if you are unsure of someone knocking on your door you canuse the deadbolt to keep them out. They also hold people you know out too! like family that you really dont like or friends that come to your house after getting really drunk. Maybe a tornado will be stopped with it. or if there is a bull it could make it harder for them to get in!!!! dead bolts are a nifty invention that can keep you safe from things from the outside and should be used more than they are.
the man came to the door at the end of the long alley. the cops were hot on his tail, but room 109 seemed to glow on the end of booker street. He ran into the door as hard as he could, only to be knocked back by the deadbolt holding it in place.
Im not quite sure what it means. useless, dumb person? Id imagine its similar to deadbeat.. which is kind of like calling someone an idiot. or brain dead or something. or I could be completely wrong and deadbolt could be some electrical term or something. Time is up now
Like a deadbolt, we’re locked in place. I try to loosen the latch, but the more I pull the deeper it seems to sink in. I can’t get to you and you can’t get to me. We’re stuck here and I’ve loved you for three years, missed you now for three months. Deadbolt. Heavy and condemning. Eternal. I’ll never forget you, and never forgive this door.
locked out. foiled. done. no hope. can’t get in, can’t get to you. frustrated, because I’m so close. but no one is here to help. you won’t hear.
lock to a door. dad always tells us to throw the deadbolt when we’re at a hotel or something. he’s crazy about that. you can hear him at night walking around the house making sure all the doors are locked. i think he’s so paranoid/adament about it because his house was broken in to when he was little.
“Don’t you find this so much harder than it should be? Or is it just me?” With one look, deadbolt, locked up, mouth shut–and he was done. Gone.
Just a flick of his wrist, a twist of his hand.
Like a magicaian he has them, his accompaning band.
They watch him with awe, his skill as it unfolds.
His name, a mystery, even they are not told.
A teacher and his pupils, only missing is the book.
Faces full of wonder, such a sinister look.
She said she didn’t know how the lock got there. I studied her face as she said this, trying to determine what on her face was freckle and what just dust or dirt from sitting under the apple tree today. Her dress was green, touched with yellow and a bit of a bias that swirled almost unexpectedly as she turned to study the next furiously bright flower.
The door was locked. The deadbolt on the other side was drawn and I couldn’t reach it to slide it across. I wouldn’t be able to get in, not today anyhow. I would have tome come back some other time to discover what was on the other side.
i dead bolted the door. the bolt was like a thick steel bug sticking annoyingly in between the doorway, the quiet, and all the potential in between. the dead bolt, like heavy american language that sticks in the bowls underneath your tongue. deadbolt. like the space underneath your tongue and all the space between you and silence.
doors shutting with hard slam. cardboard boxes surrounding you and you can’t help but wonder if this was the right choice. the door shuts and all you see is what you’ve lost and what you could have had. it will never be enough. you’ve had a taste and it will now never be enough. the life you live is not your own. you are a coward. and that is how it will end. deadbolt in place.
This is what gives most protections. It’s like some sort of protection that we find useful but in reality it’s just a cold piece of metal. I think it offers people a sense of security and well being. My dead bolt makes me feel like nothing can hurt me; no one can get in my home or violate me in any way when I’m in my home. But when it’s not locked it’s just a piece of metal attached to my door. That doesn’t help me…does it?
I hate how my mom won’t let me lock he dead bolt. I feel like that ruin the purpose of having it on the door. It’s like some guy will bust up in here and take me like that elizabeth girl. And then someone will be typing about me and won’t even remember my last name. Just like this.
deadbolt. Doors. locked. I’m alone, I’m scared, and I miss you. I’m locked inside my own mind. I can’t get out. I’m alone, on the floor, wearing your shirt, and crying ’cause I’ll never see you again. Your death sealed the deadbolt on my lonely fate. I miss you. I’m scared. I’m dying. Mostly, I’m trapped. Deadbolted in an abyss of myself.
A deadbolt was the picture that came into my head when I thought about loneliness. Such a state of desolation, no freedom, it makes you numb. Cold hard metal deadbolt.
i felt my body sink to the ocean floor. dead, my feet dragging against the sand, running between my toes. Effortlessly my lifeless body sunk through the coral reef. I couldn’t bare seeing my feet stuck in cement any longer.
i dont know what that is a lock i guess
dead grandma
scary for milwaukee so no one breaks in like the east side rapist
kane street is safe? probably
it going to be sooo fun
campfires
cant wait for forrest to come over, i like hims so much even though he doesnt trust me. i dont trust him either all the time. i love him probably. i have my own bathroom too
let nothing out. let nothing in. let it be, forget what is behind the door, and don’t look back.
lock is hard to open. locked decisions. its about hard ships and almost impossible to get through. protective, paranoia. Insecure people use to feel safe perhaps afraid of intruders. It is secure.
locked up with no escape. a never ending thought pattern that will continuously plague your mind. dont even try to change its direction, because the memories and hopes will persist. cave, succumb, give it to it. give yourself over to your mind, because it has you captive anyway.
Lock it up good;
for if you hesitate your hand,
A wild wind will blow in from the West,
Chilling the children asleep in their beds.
So keep the fire going,
and lock the deadbolt.
deadbolts were invented out of mans distrust in each other, its a symbol of our separation from each other and the locks we put on our own minds and perspectives because of it
Stop. I find you for a moment among the streetlamps, and you look brightly into my eyes.
Lights. Yours so dark… but there’s something… something making them burn aglow.
Eyes. Fire blazes the curtains dangling down from all sides.
Now. You are not smiling.
Sudden. Why are you here? Why are you here then?
Gone. Go away. And in an instant you are gone.
Are you really there? No frightened stare, no human statue…
You have left me here all alone.
In my lifetime, a deadbolt has always represented security and comfort. The ultimate in door protection, it keeps my brain and my body safe through long nights. Without the deadbolt, fear would reign supreme over my lowly existence.
In the time it toon to mount a houre, the alphabet misconstrued ititself accordingly. With an abundance of knowledge, and a creative pallette, it thereafter flourished. Forever.
The two wires slipped into the hole easily and my tongue poked out with concentration. I felt the top wire graze across the top of the lock. Teasing one at a time, I carefully work through the lock. And at last, I felt that delightful last click, the lock coming loose and turning. I nearly let out a shout of victory but quickly reminded myself the importance of this operation. Top secret, no one could know. Carefully, I turned the door, cracking open the door.
Hah, my neighbour could no longer keep me out. I was going to turn down that damn thermostat.
And I was going to sleep well tonight.
I’m sorry you’re dead, but you’re lucky because you’re a lightning bolt and I’m not.
I need to place a deadbolt on a door and lose the key. My life is in utter turmoil right now and I need to start with the boundaries.
Deadbolt. My first thought is that I don’t really use locks in my life, but then I immediately realize that that’s a lie. Of course I use locks. They’re just not material ones — most of the time, anyway. I use locks on my heart. Lots of them. If you want to get close to me, you have plenty of locks to open up. If you dare.
I bolted out the front door, hoping I could leave the feelings of death and fear within the house behind me. I leave the premises, never to return again.
The deadbolt clicks quietly into place. It’s odd, considering what it means. It means I’m done. I’m alone. It means I’m really going through with this. For better or for worse.
Deadbolt. It means completely locked. Like a car. As if you are trapped. The doors are deadbolted. You cannot get out. You are stuck; you are a prisoner. Forever alone. How do you get out of this trap? When are you going to break free? You miss the feeling of being needed, of being wanted. How long will this last?
Deadbolt. It means being locked somewhere and not a single person has a key to open it. I wish there was a deadbolt in most things, especially life. This would prevent us from getting hurt because pain is the worst thing that can happen. But I guess that would not be life. LIfe without pain is not life. We learn from our mistakes and mistakes come from suffering. I just hope that I don’t end up hurt too bad once I let go of the deadbolt.
Life is like a series of doors, all marked with imagined deadbolts. These are restrictions we put on ourselves to hold us back from our whole potential. A free world with open doors is the hardest thing to obtain, because of the self limits we deadbolt upon ourselves in the process of experience and life itself.
You should probably
put a deadbolt
on the liquor cabinet.
I’m determined
to drown tonight.
i want to keep people out of my home so i use a deadbolt lock. it seems like i should be able to keep people out with other means like a shotgun or bit sword, but the deadbolt is good too. swords and shotguns require my time too while deadbolt locks work by themselves.
what is deadbolt? I don’t know. What is his means? What the peoples thinking about this? The deadbolt not is to eat, or to blond or to dogs.