there was a stale knocking inside of my chest.
my skin was rather sallow and languid, as if the night sucked all the color and liveliness from me. i was exhausted, putrid with the scent of sex and cigarettes lingering in my disheveled
matted hair. as i stumbled out of a barely made bed i glanced at the clock; it was almost 4 pm and all I could think was holy shit you’re gonna be fucking pissed when I walk in.”
I knock at the door and wait. Will someone please answer. My heart stops beating for a moment as I hear the fumble of the lock. It is not who I expected it to be. I turn face and run away.
I heard a knock on the door. I’ve never had visitors at this time of night. I wasn’t scared but confused. Who would it be? I lay in my bed just to make sure I wasn’t imagining the knock. It’s 2 AM. Who could it be? And just as I was thinking, there it was again.. the kock.
The hardest part was waiting, after the knock, hoping he wouldn’t be there. I could then go back to my classroom a hero, apparently having survived a visit to the principal’s office.
Knocked out at the moment, destroyed by my own will. What knocked me out? A last question, before closing my eyes does away with the problem. An aberration I have become, stranded on the shores of insanity, only a small rope holding me together. Holding me to the other shore.
Sometimes people tell knock-knock jokes to break the ice. Sometimes they tell them to cheer others up. Knock-knock jokes actually have much deeper meanings than the cheesiness they are assumed to be. They can reveal a lot about someone, how they tell it, when they tell it, and to who they tell it to.
there was a knock at the door, i didn’t know who it could be. maybe someone i know.. maybe a stranger. i look out the window, but see no one. where’d they go? who was it? was i just hearing things again? i look to the back door, full glass. there is a man staring back at me, one i have never seen, nor want to know.
Sometimes people tell knock-knock jokes to break the ice. Sometimes they tell them to cheer others up. Knock-knock jokes actually have much deeper meanings than the cheesyness they are assumed to be. They can reveal a lot about someone, how they tell it, when they tell it, and to who they tell it to.
“What is the meaning of this?” he roared. Erika closed her eyes and took a breath before standing to meet his gaze, her icy eyes challenging his blazing ones.
“What, do I no longer have the courtesy of a knock?” she asked, as cool as if inquiring about the weather.
“You have shamed me.” He was trembling. “You rotten whore, do you know what you’ve done?”
“I have loved, Sigurd.” Unflinching. Unwavering. Unnerving. “I feel guiltier for marrying you than I do for loving him.”
Don’t knock down all those hopes you had long ago with your auburn hair and your eyes aglow, you don’t deserve to go like this. It’s better to run and stumble, skin your knees on the jagged edge of truth so you can get back up and fly.
Sometimes people tell knock-knock jokes to break the ice. Sometimes they tell them to cheer others up. Knock-knock jokes actually have much deeper meanings than the cheesyness they are assumed to be. They can reveal a lot about someone, how they tell it, when they tell it, and to who they tell it to.
Chrissy walked up to the large dark oak door her bare feet dragging underneath her she forced her hand up to eye level and used her last bit of strength to knock
Here you are…back knocking on my door.
This time I answer and the experience is way better then before.
I never knew a wall of wood could hold such exhilarating and captivating experience.
i was sitting here writing, late at night, deep in dreams and fancy
when there was a knock at my window,
a light rap that rattled the pane
i slid open the screen and flew out into the night
I once heard a knock at my door. This knock was not like the knocks i have heard before. The knock was peculiar. I hastened to the door to find this peculiar knock, because i am one who loves to learn. I opened the door, and to my disappointment, it was only a tree, knocking at my door.
knock, and I’ll open the dorr if the handle hasn’t fallen off. I can lock it by piching the metal and twsiting, but it hyrts my fingernails. I need to go to home depot. i dont even know the asiles to go to. I love home improvement. lets watch caprica.
Someone is at the door, but we aren’t going to answer. Somebody is persistently knocking and not going away. That’s quite alright. We hide under the covers and hold our breath and smile like children under a table.
Someone knocked on the door repeatedly. Why wuldnt everyone just go away. Nobody understood. He rejected me and humiliated me in ways that even i didnt know were possible. The knock came again. I got up from my dark and lonley corner. I opened it. It was him. All at once i understood. Ive always understood.
I knock out. Find my peace of mind. In pieces. It’s all hidden for me to find. In the dream world colors are all wrong. The peace doesn’t last long. Until I’m awoken by the sharp ringing alarm.
knocking at her door with tiny, clenched fists
welcomed for 9 months, and then some
the celebration party smells of disinfectant
and the world welcomes her as she leaves it
I kncoked on the fron door, nervously biting my nails. i didnt anticipate for her to tumble out and land in my arms, kncoking the air out of me. boy, did i love her
There was a knock at the front door. “Marie, can you get the door.” Charlie called to his wife, he was not supposed to get up after being released from the hospital. Marie quickly walked to the door and opened it to see Cara and Erik standing there. “Oh, come in!” She said and let them through. “I see you managed to get back after being stranded on the ocean.” She said as she looked at their slightly sunburned faces. “Yes, Tim came out and picked us up.” Cara said. “Where is Charlie?” She asked. “In the living room.” Marie replied, they walked into the room and sat down on some chairs. “Marie, you look as beautiful as when I met you at the light-house.” Charlie said, smiling.
knock knock knock
who is there?
I’m only in my underwear
and you gave me quite a scare.
knock knock knock
go away
this isn’t a decent time of day
I don’t want to play
There is knocking everywhere, I don’t seem to understand why? I am in such pain, in such grief. I don’t know what to do… I hear the knock… it becomes more and more distant. what is going on with me? where am I? am I dead? am I alive? is this a dream? this knocking, its gone.
There was a knock on the door and immedately i was curious for a knock can mean so many things. Fate often is said to knock as is opputunity however, bad news and hardtimes have been known to take up the practice as well. A knock can be the beginning, the end, or a story all in itself. Just a knock, on a door. That’s all it takes sometimes for an adventure to begin.
have you ever wanted someone to come back into your life and knock at your door. Only in your dreams, to put a smile on your face. If only forgiveness was that easy, a piece of cake to apologize when in fact its a whole gut and the very urge to mean it.
knock on the door, knock down a tree. she knocked on the door and no one answered, she realized the door was open and she decided to walk in, when she did she found a surprise waiting for her, all her friends were there and they were celebrating her birthday party.
I was sitting on the bottom of my stairs, sweating and panting. There was no where to go but to wait there filled with anxiety. I saw a shadow behind the stained glass of my front door. It got bigger…and bigger.
I heard the footsteps.
And then
there was knock.
She sat in the large swing chair in the sunroom, watching the clock. Sure enough – on the dot of 6:20pm came the knock on the door. It sounded jaunty today, she thought, he’s in a good mood. Over the years she had come to read a range of tones in his knocks and interpret what they meant for her. She had learned when to throw the door open with a smile, or o pull it open, backing away quietly behind it.
knock, who’s there? It’s the gabi you want to be and she wants you to get the fuck off your ass! You spend all day sleeping,eating and on youtube. ALL DAY. I know what will make me happy and excited about life, so why dont I do it? Just do it.
A knock on the door woke the sleeping girl. “Who could that be?”
She opened the door, and there was Katie. Like the last 7 years were all a dream, and Sarah was 11 again. Her sister was finally back.
Sarah backed away, eyes wide and shaking her head. Her already pale face was ashen now, and her heart beat was tripled with fear.
“You can’t be here…. You can’t be real…” Sarah was shaking by this point. Her back collided with the wall- she could get no further. “This isn’t happening…”
“Sarah, didn’t you miss me? Don’t you love me still?” Katie had continued moving towards Sarah, and now she raised a hand to her.
“You died.. the car was destroyed. You were dead before anyone could do anything. You aren’t here!” Sarah yelled. Katie’s hand was moving towards her face, and when skin touched skin, Katie’s hand turned to ash.
“Why have you killed me, Sarah? I came back for you.” The body that had once been Katie’s was barely recognizable. She was turning to ash, but before the transformation was finished, Sarah saw a single tear fall down her sister’s face and the words “you killed me again” were breathed past her falling lips. “You killed me…”
there was a stale knocking inside of my chest.
my skin was rather sallow and languid, as if the night sucked all the color and liveliness from me. i was exhausted, putrid with the scent of sex and cigarettes lingering in my disheveled
matted hair. as i stumbled out of a barely made bed i glanced at the clock; it was almost 4 pm and all I could think was holy shit you’re gonna be fucking pissed when I walk in.”
I knock at the door and wait. Will someone please answer. My heart stops beating for a moment as I hear the fumble of the lock. It is not who I expected it to be. I turn face and run away.
I heard a knock on the door. I’ve never had visitors at this time of night. I wasn’t scared but confused. Who would it be? I lay in my bed just to make sure I wasn’t imagining the knock. It’s 2 AM. Who could it be? And just as I was thinking, there it was again.. the kock.
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The hardest part was waiting, after the knock, hoping he wouldn’t be there. I could then go back to my classroom a hero, apparently having survived a visit to the principal’s office.
Doors and wood and a house. Tan with a very big backyard and a husky that likes greeting people and a ni
Knocked out at the moment, destroyed by my own will. What knocked me out? A last question, before closing my eyes does away with the problem. An aberration I have become, stranded on the shores of insanity, only a small rope holding me together. Holding me to the other shore.
Knock, knock! Who’s there? The One Word Challenge! You knock my socks off! You are a knock-out.
Sometimes people tell knock-knock jokes to break the ice. Sometimes they tell them to cheer others up. Knock-knock jokes actually have much deeper meanings than the cheesiness they are assumed to be. They can reveal a lot about someone, how they tell it, when they tell it, and to who they tell it to.
there was a knock at the door, i didn’t know who it could be. maybe someone i know.. maybe a stranger. i look out the window, but see no one. where’d they go? who was it? was i just hearing things again? i look to the back door, full glass. there is a man staring back at me, one i have never seen, nor want to know.
Sometimes people tell knock-knock jokes to break the ice. Sometimes they tell them to cheer others up. Knock-knock jokes actually have much deeper meanings than the cheesyness they are assumed to be. They can reveal a lot about someone, how they tell it, when they tell it, and to who they tell it to.
“What is the meaning of this?” he roared. Erika closed her eyes and took a breath before standing to meet his gaze, her icy eyes challenging his blazing ones.
“What, do I no longer have the courtesy of a knock?” she asked, as cool as if inquiring about the weather.
“You have shamed me.” He was trembling. “You rotten whore, do you know what you’ve done?”
“I have loved, Sigurd.” Unflinching. Unwavering. Unnerving. “I feel guiltier for marrying you than I do for loving him.”
Don’t knock down all those hopes you had long ago with your auburn hair and your eyes aglow, you don’t deserve to go like this. It’s better to run and stumble, skin your knees on the jagged edge of truth so you can get back up and fly.
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Sometimes people tell knock-knock jokes to break the ice. Sometimes they tell them to cheer others up. Knock-knock jokes actually have much deeper meanings than the cheesyness they are assumed to be. They can reveal a lot about someone, how they tell it, when they tell it, and to who they tell it to.
Chrissy walked up to the large dark oak door her bare feet dragging underneath her she forced her hand up to eye level and used her last bit of strength to knock
Here you are…back knocking on my door.
This time I answer and the experience is way better then before.
I never knew a wall of wood could hold such exhilarating and captivating experience.
i was sitting here writing, late at night, deep in dreams and fancy
when there was a knock at my window,
a light rap that rattled the pane
i slid open the screen and flew out into the night
I once heard a knock at my door. This knock was not like the knocks i have heard before. The knock was peculiar. I hastened to the door to find this peculiar knock, because i am one who loves to learn. I opened the door, and to my disappointment, it was only a tree, knocking at my door.
knock, and I’ll open the dorr if the handle hasn’t fallen off. I can lock it by piching the metal and twsiting, but it hyrts my fingernails. I need to go to home depot. i dont even know the asiles to go to. I love home improvement. lets watch caprica.
Someone is at the door, but we aren’t going to answer. Somebody is persistently knocking and not going away. That’s quite alright. We hide under the covers and hold our breath and smile like children under a table.
Someone knocked on the door repeatedly. Why wuldnt everyone just go away. Nobody understood. He rejected me and humiliated me in ways that even i didnt know were possible. The knock came again. I got up from my dark and lonley corner. I opened it. It was him. All at once i understood. Ive always understood.
I knock out. Find my peace of mind. In pieces. It’s all hidden for me to find. In the dream world colors are all wrong. The peace doesn’t last long. Until I’m awoken by the sharp ringing alarm.
knocking at her door with tiny, clenched fists
welcomed for 9 months, and then some
the celebration party smells of disinfectant
and the world welcomes her as she leaves it
hold your hand like a fist and bang it against the door
I kncoked on the fron door, nervously biting my nails. i didnt anticipate for her to tumble out and land in my arms, kncoking the air out of me. boy, did i love her
There was a knock at the front door. “Marie, can you get the door.” Charlie called to his wife, he was not supposed to get up after being released from the hospital. Marie quickly walked to the door and opened it to see Cara and Erik standing there. “Oh, come in!” She said and let them through. “I see you managed to get back after being stranded on the ocean.” She said as she looked at their slightly sunburned faces. “Yes, Tim came out and picked us up.” Cara said. “Where is Charlie?” She asked. “In the living room.” Marie replied, they walked into the room and sat down on some chairs. “Marie, you look as beautiful as when I met you at the light-house.” Charlie said, smiling.
I turned my head, slowly, as if I was hearing this noise for the first time.
There it came again.
And again.
I just wanted it to go away.
I closed my eyes, wishing them away.
But of course. It didn’t work.
knock knock knock
who is there?
I’m only in my underwear
and you gave me quite a scare.
knock knock knock
go away
this isn’t a decent time of day
I don’t want to play
knock
There is knocking everywhere, I don’t seem to understand why? I am in such pain, in such grief. I don’t know what to do… I hear the knock… it becomes more and more distant. what is going on with me? where am I? am I dead? am I alive? is this a dream? this knocking, its gone.
Knock.Knock Knocking. On the backdoor of his heart’s summer house, I attempt to gain his attention.
There was a knock on the door and immedately i was curious for a knock can mean so many things. Fate often is said to knock as is opputunity however, bad news and hardtimes have been known to take up the practice as well. A knock can be the beginning, the end, or a story all in itself. Just a knock, on a door. That’s all it takes sometimes for an adventure to begin.
have you ever wanted someone to come back into your life and knock at your door. Only in your dreams, to put a smile on your face. If only forgiveness was that easy, a piece of cake to apologize when in fact its a whole gut and the very urge to mean it.
knock on the door, knock down a tree. she knocked on the door and no one answered, she realized the door was open and she decided to walk in, when she did she found a surprise waiting for her, all her friends were there and they were celebrating her birthday party.
I was sitting on the bottom of my stairs, sweating and panting. There was no where to go but to wait there filled with anxiety. I saw a shadow behind the stained glass of my front door. It got bigger…and bigger.
I heard the footsteps.
And then
there was knock.
She sat in the large swing chair in the sunroom, watching the clock. Sure enough – on the dot of 6:20pm came the knock on the door. It sounded jaunty today, she thought, he’s in a good mood. Over the years she had come to read a range of tones in his knocks and interpret what they meant for her. She had learned when to throw the door open with a smile, or o pull it open, backing away quietly behind it.
knock, who’s there? It’s the gabi you want to be and she wants you to get the fuck off your ass! You spend all day sleeping,eating and on youtube. ALL DAY. I know what will make me happy and excited about life, so why dont I do it? Just do it.
A knock on the door woke the sleeping girl. “Who could that be?”
She opened the door, and there was Katie. Like the last 7 years were all a dream, and Sarah was 11 again. Her sister was finally back.
Sarah backed away, eyes wide and shaking her head. Her already pale face was ashen now, and her heart beat was tripled with fear.
“You can’t be here…. You can’t be real…” Sarah was shaking by this point. Her back collided with the wall- she could get no further. “This isn’t happening…”
“Sarah, didn’t you miss me? Don’t you love me still?” Katie had continued moving towards Sarah, and now she raised a hand to her.
“You died.. the car was destroyed. You were dead before anyone could do anything. You aren’t here!” Sarah yelled. Katie’s hand was moving towards her face, and when skin touched skin, Katie’s hand turned to ash.
“Why have you killed me, Sarah? I came back for you.” The body that had once been Katie’s was barely recognizable. She was turning to ash, but before the transformation was finished, Sarah saw a single tear fall down her sister’s face and the words “you killed me again” were breathed past her falling lips. “You killed me…”
Just a small speck on the sun is what they were aiming for immediately prior to the knock. The sun was his first sight as he awoke also.