As I came closer, my heart started throbbing with so much force that I swear I could feel the pain inside my chest, growing ever so bigger. I reached the source of the sound that has haunted me for years and I stopped, looking straight at the wooden piece of wood. I clutched the doorknob shakily, the echoing screams replaying themselves inside my ears.
She turned the knob slowly, fearing what was on the other side. She had found this abandoned house purely by chance, stumbing upon in on one of her usual late night walks. With the insomnia she’d developed when she was twelve, she tended to be out late.
Gabrielle
An entryway is incomplete without a doorknob. How else can one enter into something? The door may be the portal through which we enter, but the doorknob is the single point that gives us something to grasp onto, turn, push forward, and take a leap into the unknown.
unlock
open
shut
circle
round
enter the room
twist the knob
key are need
a way for people to come in
pull
push
turn
brass
black
Adriana
Just grab the doorknob. Don’t let fear overcome the many oppurtinities to better your life. Going through his door will not only alter your life completely, but it will journey you through a path of never-ending possibilities.
You stand at the door, sucking in your breath and drawing it out long. Your fingers touch the cool brass, but you can’t make yourself grab the doorknob. You dread what’s to come behind the port.
Round and round but going nowhere
Different colors, materials, locks, yet hold the same purpose
The purpose is important, they result in discovery and opportunity from whatever lies behind the door
Crystal
I just wrote a comment here, and now i dont really feel like repeating everything that i just wrote, so im not going to! have a nice day!;)
abs
open doors
free
second chances
new opportunity
Seba
My granddaughter was unable to turn the doorknob. So every time she’s here and wants to go out, I have to get up and opent the door for her. I dont mind tho…she’s only 4!!! I LOVE her to pieces!
The doorknob led to places unknown. The house was warm and safe and known. The brass knob was cold to the touch. Like the snow outside that chilled Johnny to the bone. Yet something dragged him to the door, some promise of freedom that he never enjoyed.
Scott
My little brother ran into the doorknob, and got knocked out. He cried and cried. It was so sad. You will learn not to do it.
sabrina hitchcock
A chill runs though my spine as I feel my long fingers grip the icy doorknob. I slowly turn it, hoping the door won’t squeak when I open it. With my luck, it lets out a eerily loud screech and sitting inside the dark room is a man dressed in dark red. His skin is as pale as a ghost and his teeth as white as fresh snow. His dark black eyes meet my blue ones and fear runs through every part of my body.
with sobs like a battle cry
she speared herself onto
the doorknob.
from then on, hands were
bloody spikes
callous and digging their way
into her powdered spine.
this was what she wanted.
to be touched by the people who
walked in and out of her life
but never remembered.
A doorknob is really practical, ’cause otherwise it would be very hard to open a door. My doorknob is silverish with some sort of white handle on it. It’s nice! But very old, I think. A doorknob can look like all sorts of stuff!
A doorknob is a metal piece of shit in your way from doing anything remarkably beautiful. Doors only hold you back. I don’t understand their purpose. Why, why, why must they hate me so to keep me from what I truly desire..? Someone please tell me.
Kaylynn Gunneson
What should we call someone that is stupid?
I think doorknob.
Hey Jeremy, you are a doorknob.
Me
Ooh, the doorknobs on the house that we might buy are all this new ‘finsihed nickel’ or something – they’ve done lots of updating on the house and I’m excited about it! We made an offer and maybe they’ll take it? don’t know the house also needs new roof. but it looks nice inside and I’m not afraid of any of hte little jobs that still need to be done!
Naila
Turning slowly in the night, The doorknob creaks! My eyes open in Terror as it keeps turning all the way around. The door begins to open to my bedroom until I can what is behind it. A purple goat appears in the doorway!
“Bahhhh Bahhh!” It Says.
Ashley
The doorknob was cold and gleaming beneath my fingers. It seemed so odd that such a simple thing would be so very terrifying. That doorknob was the key to opening the door that would either make or break my future.
I turned it.
Alex Abbott
i turn the doorknob and walked in. i didnt want to see what i saw. i look down there is blood. i look on the walls there is blood. i look back at the door, there is blood. but where is it from? i dont know. but the doorknob was what betrayed me. from outside, it looked perfectly cleaned and now i walk into this. The doorknob fooled me into thinking everything was right when nothing was. if only i didnt turn that doorknob.
Priya
in a dark room he wondered where the light was coming from. he felt uncomfortable sitting on the ground and hurt from something sticking in his groin. he rolled over, picked up the object and found the doorknob in his hand……… what to do now!!
I stood at the edge of the world, gazing down at the gushing waterfall beneath me, and reached out to the floating door, my trembling hand inches away from the doorknob. Then, as i took a tentative step towards it, i fell, down, down, down into the abyss…
MoRobin
The doorknob turns, but the door doesn’t open. I try again, this time pushing my weight against the door too. Still nothing. I’m stuck. I begin to look around for something I can pry the door open with.
Ellen
Ich habe viele gesehen. In dem Laden. In allen möglichen Farben. Und ich stelle mir vor, wie es wäre, wenn in meiner Wohnung alle Türklinken durch solch bunte Knäufe ersetzt würden. Das wäre sicherlich eine schöne Sache. Die Wohnung wäre viel persöhnlicher und verspielter. Echt eine sehr schönte Vorstellung!
Deni
I thought about opening the door myself. All I had to do was twist the doorknob. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I stared at it for a few seconds, and gave up. Thinking if he wanted, if he really wanted me, he’d come out himself. I waited for a moment longer, and then walked away.
the doorknob shattere under the iron grip of the nun. She had been training all winter for this moment. Retribution was at hand.
David Ayre
I pulled the doorknob and it was stuck. I was already late for work, now this. I was so upset. Someone jammed the door two hours prior and it was too much to get fixed.
Brittany
I have a doorknob at home it’s not a knob actually it’s more of a handle. I know a store where they sell very cute doorknobs, some are painted with flowers and have all different kind of colors, very cute.
marije
I recently saw the most fascinating doorknob on Pinterest.
Instead of the usual boring shape, this one was an outstretched hand, thumb up, ready for a handshake. I loved the idea of the friendly greeting to visitors… and then… I started thinking naughty thoughts.
Its a handle put on front of a door to allow us to open it and close it, so it is shut or open. The door knob is something we can handle to push the door open or to drag it shut again.
Sarah Derricutt
My favorite place in the world didn’t have a doorknob, but rather a bar to push into it.
It smelled like wood chips and paint and it was where I felt most at home in school.
But now, when I look back, I wish it’d had a doorknob and a lock and that it’d been locked when I got there, because I wish it’d all been different.
Sometimes, anyway, I wish it had been different.
the doorknob was worn and chewed. at some point in their history together, the dog had learned to open the door and let himself out in the morning. he would grip the knob between his slobbering gums and, with a turn of his massive head, free himself from the confines of the room.
debra
‘just turn it,’ i told me.
‘just one turn.’ i reached out my hand toward the glittering knob, unsure if i could turn it.
i did.
and was not prepared for what was on the other side.
i have a lot of them they are on doors they can be glass wood metal anything pretty much. they let you into places…they open worlds for you to explore. each one leads to a new land just waiting to be tread on and found out
Lindsey
The doorknob started turning very slowly. The room was dark and silent, the eletricity had gone out so candles were lit. Thunder. Lightning. Rain crashing against the window. And that doorknob, creaky and old, turning, turning, turning every so slowly. Someone was there and coming for me.
When you are uncoordinated, doorknobs are not as simple as they seem. When hands are full, greasy from pizza or wet from washing dishes, it seems almost impossible to use said doorknob. Few understand uncoordinated persons dilemma in this area.
As I came closer, my heart started throbbing with so much force that I swear I could feel the pain inside my chest, growing ever so bigger. I reached the source of the sound that has haunted me for years and I stopped, looking straight at the wooden piece of wood. I clutched the doorknob shakily, the echoing screams replaying themselves inside my ears.
She turned the knob slowly, fearing what was on the other side. She had found this abandoned house purely by chance, stumbing upon in on one of her usual late night walks. With the insomnia she’d developed when she was twelve, she tended to be out late.
An entryway is incomplete without a doorknob. How else can one enter into something? The door may be the portal through which we enter, but the doorknob is the single point that gives us something to grasp onto, turn, push forward, and take a leap into the unknown.
unlock
open
shut
circle
round
enter the room
twist the knob
key are need
a way for people to come in
pull
push
turn
brass
black
Just grab the doorknob. Don’t let fear overcome the many oppurtinities to better your life. Going through his door will not only alter your life completely, but it will journey you through a path of never-ending possibilities.
You stand at the door, sucking in your breath and drawing it out long. Your fingers touch the cool brass, but you can’t make yourself grab the doorknob. You dread what’s to come behind the port.
Round and round but going nowhere
Different colors, materials, locks, yet hold the same purpose
The purpose is important, they result in discovery and opportunity from whatever lies behind the door
I just wrote a comment here, and now i dont really feel like repeating everything that i just wrote, so im not going to! have a nice day!;)
open doors
free
second chances
new opportunity
My granddaughter was unable to turn the doorknob. So every time she’s here and wants to go out, I have to get up and opent the door for her. I dont mind tho…she’s only 4!!! I LOVE her to pieces!
The doorknob led to places unknown. The house was warm and safe and known. The brass knob was cold to the touch. Like the snow outside that chilled Johnny to the bone. Yet something dragged him to the door, some promise of freedom that he never enjoyed.
My little brother ran into the doorknob, and got knocked out. He cried and cried. It was so sad. You will learn not to do it.
A chill runs though my spine as I feel my long fingers grip the icy doorknob. I slowly turn it, hoping the door won’t squeak when I open it. With my luck, it lets out a eerily loud screech and sitting inside the dark room is a man dressed in dark red. His skin is as pale as a ghost and his teeth as white as fresh snow. His dark black eyes meet my blue ones and fear runs through every part of my body.
with sobs like a battle cry
she speared herself onto
the doorknob.
from then on, hands were
bloody spikes
callous and digging their way
into her powdered spine.
this was what she wanted.
to be touched by the people who
walked in and out of her life
but never remembered.
A doorknob is really practical, ’cause otherwise it would be very hard to open a door. My doorknob is silverish with some sort of white handle on it. It’s nice! But very old, I think. A doorknob can look like all sorts of stuff!
A doorknob is a metal piece of shit in your way from doing anything remarkably beautiful. Doors only hold you back. I don’t understand their purpose. Why, why, why must they hate me so to keep me from what I truly desire..? Someone please tell me.
What should we call someone that is stupid?
I think doorknob.
Hey Jeremy, you are a doorknob.
Ooh, the doorknobs on the house that we might buy are all this new ‘finsihed nickel’ or something – they’ve done lots of updating on the house and I’m excited about it! We made an offer and maybe they’ll take it? don’t know the house also needs new roof. but it looks nice inside and I’m not afraid of any of hte little jobs that still need to be done!
Turning slowly in the night, The doorknob creaks! My eyes open in Terror as it keeps turning all the way around. The door begins to open to my bedroom until I can what is behind it. A purple goat appears in the doorway!
“Bahhhh Bahhh!” It Says.
The doorknob was cold and gleaming beneath my fingers. It seemed so odd that such a simple thing would be so very terrifying. That doorknob was the key to opening the door that would either make or break my future.
I turned it.
i turn the doorknob and walked in. i didnt want to see what i saw. i look down there is blood. i look on the walls there is blood. i look back at the door, there is blood. but where is it from? i dont know. but the doorknob was what betrayed me. from outside, it looked perfectly cleaned and now i walk into this. The doorknob fooled me into thinking everything was right when nothing was. if only i didnt turn that doorknob.
in a dark room he wondered where the light was coming from. he felt uncomfortable sitting on the ground and hurt from something sticking in his groin. he rolled over, picked up the object and found the doorknob in his hand……… what to do now!!
I stood at the edge of the world, gazing down at the gushing waterfall beneath me, and reached out to the floating door, my trembling hand inches away from the doorknob. Then, as i took a tentative step towards it, i fell, down, down, down into the abyss…
The doorknob turns, but the door doesn’t open. I try again, this time pushing my weight against the door too. Still nothing. I’m stuck. I begin to look around for something I can pry the door open with.
Ich habe viele gesehen. In dem Laden. In allen möglichen Farben. Und ich stelle mir vor, wie es wäre, wenn in meiner Wohnung alle Türklinken durch solch bunte Knäufe ersetzt würden. Das wäre sicherlich eine schöne Sache. Die Wohnung wäre viel persöhnlicher und verspielter. Echt eine sehr schönte Vorstellung!
I thought about opening the door myself. All I had to do was twist the doorknob. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I stared at it for a few seconds, and gave up. Thinking if he wanted, if he really wanted me, he’d come out himself. I waited for a moment longer, and then walked away.
the doorknob shattere under the iron grip of the nun. She had been training all winter for this moment. Retribution was at hand.
I pulled the doorknob and it was stuck. I was already late for work, now this. I was so upset. Someone jammed the door two hours prior and it was too much to get fixed.
I have a doorknob at home it’s not a knob actually it’s more of a handle. I know a store where they sell very cute doorknobs, some are painted with flowers and have all different kind of colors, very cute.
I recently saw the most fascinating doorknob on Pinterest.
Instead of the usual boring shape, this one was an outstretched hand, thumb up, ready for a handshake. I loved the idea of the friendly greeting to visitors… and then… I started thinking naughty thoughts.
Its a handle put on front of a door to allow us to open it and close it, so it is shut or open. The door knob is something we can handle to push the door open or to drag it shut again.
My favorite place in the world didn’t have a doorknob, but rather a bar to push into it.
It smelled like wood chips and paint and it was where I felt most at home in school.
But now, when I look back, I wish it’d had a doorknob and a lock and that it’d been locked when I got there, because I wish it’d all been different.
Sometimes, anyway, I wish it had been different.
the doorknob was worn and chewed. at some point in their history together, the dog had learned to open the door and let himself out in the morning. he would grip the knob between his slobbering gums and, with a turn of his massive head, free himself from the confines of the room.
‘just turn it,’ i told me.
‘just one turn.’ i reached out my hand toward the glittering knob, unsure if i could turn it.
i did.
and was not prepared for what was on the other side.
a doorknob into alice and wonderland
i have a lot of them they are on doors they can be glass wood metal anything pretty much. they let you into places…they open worlds for you to explore. each one leads to a new land just waiting to be tread on and found out
The doorknob started turning very slowly. The room was dark and silent, the eletricity had gone out so candles were lit. Thunder. Lightning. Rain crashing against the window. And that doorknob, creaky and old, turning, turning, turning every so slowly. Someone was there and coming for me.
The transgression of all movements within professional life and love start with a friggin doorknob. What kinda crap is that…
Doorknob – I’m in the middle of getting a kitchen fitted and don’t even have doors in nor out of the kitchen!
I would love to have doorknobs asap!!!
When you are uncoordinated, doorknobs are not as simple as they seem. When hands are full, greasy from pizza or wet from washing dishes, it seems almost impossible to use said doorknob. Few understand uncoordinated persons dilemma in this area.