When the door opened, she entered a world filled with rainbows and butterflies. Everything was in an idyllic state and there was absolutely nothing to be worried about. She wore pretty dresses and had flowers in her hair. Another door opened and she was exposed to fear, words that hurt like a spear through her heart, and everything she hadn’t encountered before. It was scary, she thought, awful and ugly. But eventually she survived and got through it all with the help of the people who loved her.
There are many entrances in life, each door consists of a future no one can predict. It’s up to you to close it and hide, or to open it and conquer it with every strength and might you have.
abigail rae
The huge wooden door loomed like a lion with its mouth open. Kristin gulped and stepped forward, not knowing what would lie ahead of her.
Lucy
The entrance was rather grand. It was a white marble archway veined with gold, silver and black. Black iron gates stretched out as far as the eye could see on either side. I barely had time for a gasp of awe before I was pushed inside.
he entered the door cautiously with a gun, a stick of gum, and a role of string. It happened right there, the death of lerna lesley. Screams were heard, gunshots flew, and blood splattered.
Jazmyn Jones
At this time of night, the only thing i think about is the entrance. the entrance of time, space, the entrance of existance. today, the entrance was marveled upon. unlimited knowledge will be gained and thrusted into the minds of those who are curious about the entrance.
Erin
opening of something or a way into a grand are where things are grand or an opening where you walk through to go from one room to another so you can somehow find the kitchen.
Miki
Let’s follow that path to that special, tiny door. Wait for me! Don’t go in til I catch up with you! Look! What a fabulous old doorknob! Turn it……squeeky door….we’re in! Ooohhhh!! Doll houses! Miniature world of everything…….want to live here. Hey, where did you go? Don’t you want to explore? I’m going to check everything out. I want to stay here forever. So happy to find that secret entrance, that tiny door.
Lee
entrance
craig
I walk into the entrance of a crowded room. I freeze. I don’t know a single person. What am I supposed to do? I’m too awkward for this. No body is going to want to talk to me. Should I just walk out or go sit somewhere. I decide to sit somewhere alone. Then of course I people watch. Will any of them talk to me?
Briana
Dark gates stood before me, the entrance to a dark world. I had a choice: open them, or walk away. But once I opened them, there was no guarantee I would be able to turn back. In fact, most likely I would never return. I stood, pondering which to choose.
Her entrance at the top of the staircase made quite the to do among the young royals, she was quite, but beautiful. Her dress just grazed the floor, making her seem all that more mysterious compared to all of the floozies that were waltzing away in their skin tight short dresses.
Rebecca Meyer
The entrance to the safest future meant leaving The U.S.A.. This entrance was not easy to come by. Much research and study preceeded even making it to the entrance. There was a gradual realization that making an entrance was going to be necessary in order to survive in freedom. Not everything always goes as planned and with the entrance it has been especially true. If you seek final freedom will you consider joining us as we make our apprehensive, but right trek to the entrance that will be our future?
Dean Berg
Entering Disneyland is what I think of. In California, they used to have big letters spelling out California in front of the park, but they took them down a few years back. I used to love taking my picture with the “O”, since my name is Olivia. Now, it’s just a plain, ordinary entrance.
Olivia Henigman
AN ENTRANCE to a new, exciting realm is what i yearn for. Now that I’m approaching the exit of this kingdom, I wish to step into a new light where the abode of all my heart’s desires stands.
The entrance to the building was bland, a simple wooden door-frame with a set of wooden doors which creaked slightly. A carved pattern, which was neither artistic nor attractive, served as a poor excuse for decoration. The door handles were once a shiny gold, but had now faded to a murky copper colour.
Alexa thought the doors beautiful, not in their appearance, but in that, by walking through these doors, she would soon be her fiancé’s wife.
ENTRANCE is a skill, a romance, a communication to bring one into ones own sphere. for good or ill. respect it.
dewenjo
The entrance to the room was small. Shorter than his 6′ frame. For the first time in a long time, he had to bend down to get into the room. Yes, it’s been a while since he’s come here. But the smell is the same. That smell never changes.
SI
I walked to the entrance. My hands trembling, I took in a deep breath. It was just High School, how hard could it be.
Katherine lynia
She made her entrance, sweeping, as always. Descending the stairs, all eyes in the ballroom were on her. Her eyes sparkling, her hair a shimmering red, as if on fire.
Kai
It was night. the Castle stood tall and dark. lightning flashed illuminating the entrance. A solitary figure stood there, with a hood drawn over his face. He watched. An evil was coming, he could sense it. His grey eyes peered into the dark as if he could it see the coming madness.
matt
There he was. Just standing there like he knew. Looking around in disbelief I had but one explanation for what was going on around me. He had to know. There was no way, how could he! Had I given any clues?
there was an entrance at the front of the castle. It was big and had a pink doorknob. The entrance was a door. A large, tall, thick and heavy door. When you went to open it, it took all of your energy to just get it open. It made a squeaking noise that pierced your ears. But what was behind the entrance was something you would never believe…
Lauren
The start of something new and unknown. Hope. Light. Happiness. Adventure. Red door. Step into your next moment.
Sacha
Like the day I walked through the entrance of the room and saw you sitting there and just KNEW that you were someone I NEEDED to get to know.. I never found the courage on the first day, but I could see from your laughter and your smiles that you were real and that you could be such an amazing friend. But it wasn’t until for so long until I finally managed to talk to you and you taught me so many new things, you opened your doors for me ad you showed me so many new entrances to new things I’d never know.
Sarah
Entrance into the gates of Heaven are a recent, but truly desired dream of Daisy’s. She hates this filthy planet. Why she ever lived for it, she doesn’t know. Why the first 18 miserable years of her life she thought that it was in essence all their was to ‘life’, she’s not sure. But every day brings her closer to the end of this world, and a beginning to a new world.
Katheryne
Inustrial hallways with separations…like doms or a prison
I walk onto the stage, fighting the shaking in my hands. Squinting at the bright lights. My socks slip on the wooden floor. I take several deep breaths, hoping the judges don’t notice how nervous I am as I take my place, darting quick glances at the girls on either side of me to see if they’re any more ready than I am. The music starts. I smile, and begin.
life is just a door
simple
wooden framed
a handle stuck
somewhere in the middle
paint peeling,
hinges creaking
there is nothing behind it.
you simply enter
and you create your surroundings.
life is but a door.
nothing less, nothing more
and what’s behind it
is all your decision.
I was in a cave. Deep, dark, and scary. I think I just shit my pants. What I was looking at was by far the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I could not move; just stare. It was a baby dragon being born. How the hell did I end up here? All I know is that it was wonderful. No one would ever believe this…
anthony
I want to entrance my story. it is my baby now, i want to work harder on it than anyone else ever has on their story. i have time. now i just need to put pen to paper and do it. i have some of it done but i really need to forward it. finish it. hopefully this will help me.
Kaitlin
Places have many entrances.
Christa
The entrance exam. The entrance to the studio. John pleading with me to go watch him test for his belt. Me refusing. I am performing that day…. WOW! RANDOM!
I didn’t realize that by clicking “write”, I would be taken to the entrance to write about an entrance again. I didn’t want to write about the same word twice, but now I understand that this website is meant to be entered only once a day. This is a cool way to let new words and thoughts enter my mind on a daily basis. Students can benefit from this! I am a teacher. I like when knowledge enters my mind.
The back entrance is where all the secrets are. Once yo enter yu cannotgo back. Don’ be scared though, you will find what you seek. All will be well…
Elizabeth
An entrance is always exciting. It is the beginning of a new thing. Most of the itme I know where I’m going when I go through an entrance, but sometime, not. An entrance to the drug store always beeps, and the doors always slide open for me. A haunted house though, you never know!
It was just a bright speck, at first. As I drew near it, It grew larger and larger, until it engulfed me completely. Then I stepped through the entrance, and left everything behind.
I walked into the parlor and saw the shop was closing: there was one guy left, just getting touched up. When i asked him what he’d do all black ink for, he said it depended on the design– size, more detail vs. less detail; but anywhere between $50 and $80. I came in the next day, and had him ink up my left arm. My left side is the side where most everything goes. if i’m two face, then my left is my badass side. I like to think of it as if my left side is running away and rebelling against my right. I have turned my body into an art piece that reflects my own inner conflicts. Piercings, with the exception of my ears and nipples, are all on my left side. Someone once told me I’d go deaf in my left ear if I kept putting metal in it. So i kept putting metal in it so i wouldnt have to listen to their shit anymore. I’m a walking contradiction.
natalie
the entrance to my heart is a painful and confusing maze. There are wrong ways, dead ends, and split paths. The entrance to my heart is sometimes small and hard to squeeze through, other times it is wide
annalyn
Entrance. what a simple word. When i think of an entrance i think of nothing more but an exit or a place were to go back to when i fuck up. entrances work both ways. Which is rather unfortunate. it makes it easier to fuck up. But some entrances have fucked me over because of the fact that the exit sealed when i entered causing me to not be able to turn back. I mean everything said in a theoretical way of course. I mean entrance and exit in terms of the human mind.
andrew smith
into the building that sits at the corner of main and cedar street, there are 3 boys who live in this building. they like to play music and drink beer. i used to sit on their couch and listen to them play and banter over drinking beer
When the door opened, she entered a world filled with rainbows and butterflies. Everything was in an idyllic state and there was absolutely nothing to be worried about. She wore pretty dresses and had flowers in her hair. Another door opened and she was exposed to fear, words that hurt like a spear through her heart, and everything she hadn’t encountered before. It was scary, she thought, awful and ugly. But eventually she survived and got through it all with the help of the people who loved her.
There are many entrances in life, each door consists of a future no one can predict. It’s up to you to close it and hide, or to open it and conquer it with every strength and might you have.
The huge wooden door loomed like a lion with its mouth open. Kristin gulped and stepped forward, not knowing what would lie ahead of her.
The entrance was rather grand. It was a white marble archway veined with gold, silver and black. Black iron gates stretched out as far as the eye could see on either side. I barely had time for a gasp of awe before I was pushed inside.
he entered the door cautiously with a gun, a stick of gum, and a role of string. It happened right there, the death of lerna lesley. Screams were heard, gunshots flew, and blood splattered.
At this time of night, the only thing i think about is the entrance. the entrance of time, space, the entrance of existance. today, the entrance was marveled upon. unlimited knowledge will be gained and thrusted into the minds of those who are curious about the entrance.
opening of something or a way into a grand are where things are grand or an opening where you walk through to go from one room to another so you can somehow find the kitchen.
Let’s follow that path to that special, tiny door. Wait for me! Don’t go in til I catch up with you! Look! What a fabulous old doorknob! Turn it……squeeky door….we’re in! Ooohhhh!! Doll houses! Miniature world of everything…….want to live here. Hey, where did you go? Don’t you want to explore? I’m going to check everything out. I want to stay here forever. So happy to find that secret entrance, that tiny door.
entrance
I walk into the entrance of a crowded room. I freeze. I don’t know a single person. What am I supposed to do? I’m too awkward for this. No body is going to want to talk to me. Should I just walk out or go sit somewhere. I decide to sit somewhere alone. Then of course I people watch. Will any of them talk to me?
Dark gates stood before me, the entrance to a dark world. I had a choice: open them, or walk away. But once I opened them, there was no guarantee I would be able to turn back. In fact, most likely I would never return. I stood, pondering which to choose.
Her entrance at the top of the staircase made quite the to do among the young royals, she was quite, but beautiful. Her dress just grazed the floor, making her seem all that more mysterious compared to all of the floozies that were waltzing away in their skin tight short dresses.
The entrance to the safest future meant leaving The U.S.A.. This entrance was not easy to come by. Much research and study preceeded even making it to the entrance. There was a gradual realization that making an entrance was going to be necessary in order to survive in freedom. Not everything always goes as planned and with the entrance it has been especially true. If you seek final freedom will you consider joining us as we make our apprehensive, but right trek to the entrance that will be our future?
Entering Disneyland is what I think of. In California, they used to have big letters spelling out California in front of the park, but they took them down a few years back. I used to love taking my picture with the “O”, since my name is Olivia. Now, it’s just a plain, ordinary entrance.
AN ENTRANCE to a new, exciting realm is what i yearn for. Now that I’m approaching the exit of this kingdom, I wish to step into a new light where the abode of all my heart’s desires stands.
Entrance.
The entrance to the building was bland, a simple wooden door-frame with a set of wooden doors which creaked slightly. A carved pattern, which was neither artistic nor attractive, served as a poor excuse for decoration. The door handles were once a shiny gold, but had now faded to a murky copper colour.
Alexa thought the doors beautiful, not in their appearance, but in that, by walking through these doors, she would soon be her fiancé’s wife.
ENTRANCE is a skill, a romance, a communication to bring one into ones own sphere. for good or ill. respect it.
The entrance to the room was small. Shorter than his 6′ frame. For the first time in a long time, he had to bend down to get into the room. Yes, it’s been a while since he’s come here. But the smell is the same. That smell never changes.
I walked to the entrance. My hands trembling, I took in a deep breath. It was just High School, how hard could it be.
She made her entrance, sweeping, as always. Descending the stairs, all eyes in the ballroom were on her. Her eyes sparkling, her hair a shimmering red, as if on fire.
It was night. the Castle stood tall and dark. lightning flashed illuminating the entrance. A solitary figure stood there, with a hood drawn over his face. He watched. An evil was coming, he could sense it. His grey eyes peered into the dark as if he could it see the coming madness.
There he was. Just standing there like he knew. Looking around in disbelief I had but one explanation for what was going on around me. He had to know. There was no way, how could he! Had I given any clues?
there was an entrance at the front of the castle. It was big and had a pink doorknob. The entrance was a door. A large, tall, thick and heavy door. When you went to open it, it took all of your energy to just get it open. It made a squeaking noise that pierced your ears. But what was behind the entrance was something you would never believe…
The start of something new and unknown. Hope. Light. Happiness. Adventure. Red door. Step into your next moment.
Like the day I walked through the entrance of the room and saw you sitting there and just KNEW that you were someone I NEEDED to get to know.. I never found the courage on the first day, but I could see from your laughter and your smiles that you were real and that you could be such an amazing friend. But it wasn’t until for so long until I finally managed to talk to you and you taught me so many new things, you opened your doors for me ad you showed me so many new entrances to new things I’d never know.
Entrance into the gates of Heaven are a recent, but truly desired dream of Daisy’s. She hates this filthy planet. Why she ever lived for it, she doesn’t know. Why the first 18 miserable years of her life she thought that it was in essence all their was to ‘life’, she’s not sure. But every day brings her closer to the end of this world, and a beginning to a new world.
Inustrial hallways with separations…like doms or a prison
I walk onto the stage, fighting the shaking in my hands. Squinting at the bright lights. My socks slip on the wooden floor. I take several deep breaths, hoping the judges don’t notice how nervous I am as I take my place, darting quick glances at the girls on either side of me to see if they’re any more ready than I am. The music starts. I smile, and begin.
life is just a door
simple
wooden framed
a handle stuck
somewhere in the middle
paint peeling,
hinges creaking
there is nothing behind it.
you simply enter
and you create your surroundings.
life is but a door.
nothing less, nothing more
and what’s behind it
is all your decision.
I was in a cave. Deep, dark, and scary. I think I just shit my pants. What I was looking at was by far the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I could not move; just stare. It was a baby dragon being born. How the hell did I end up here? All I know is that it was wonderful. No one would ever believe this…
I want to entrance my story. it is my baby now, i want to work harder on it than anyone else ever has on their story. i have time. now i just need to put pen to paper and do it. i have some of it done but i really need to forward it. finish it. hopefully this will help me.
Places have many entrances.
The entrance exam. The entrance to the studio. John pleading with me to go watch him test for his belt. Me refusing. I am performing that day…. WOW! RANDOM!
I didn’t realize that by clicking “write”, I would be taken to the entrance to write about an entrance again. I didn’t want to write about the same word twice, but now I understand that this website is meant to be entered only once a day. This is a cool way to let new words and thoughts enter my mind on a daily basis. Students can benefit from this! I am a teacher. I like when knowledge enters my mind.
The back entrance is where all the secrets are. Once yo enter yu cannotgo back. Don’ be scared though, you will find what you seek. All will be well…
An entrance is always exciting. It is the beginning of a new thing. Most of the itme I know where I’m going when I go through an entrance, but sometime, not. An entrance to the drug store always beeps, and the doors always slide open for me. A haunted house though, you never know!
It was just a bright speck, at first. As I drew near it, It grew larger and larger, until it engulfed me completely. Then I stepped through the entrance, and left everything behind.
I walked into the parlor and saw the shop was closing: there was one guy left, just getting touched up. When i asked him what he’d do all black ink for, he said it depended on the design– size, more detail vs. less detail; but anywhere between $50 and $80. I came in the next day, and had him ink up my left arm. My left side is the side where most everything goes. if i’m two face, then my left is my badass side. I like to think of it as if my left side is running away and rebelling against my right. I have turned my body into an art piece that reflects my own inner conflicts. Piercings, with the exception of my ears and nipples, are all on my left side. Someone once told me I’d go deaf in my left ear if I kept putting metal in it. So i kept putting metal in it so i wouldnt have to listen to their shit anymore. I’m a walking contradiction.
the entrance to my heart is a painful and confusing maze. There are wrong ways, dead ends, and split paths. The entrance to my heart is sometimes small and hard to squeeze through, other times it is wide
Entrance. what a simple word. When i think of an entrance i think of nothing more but an exit or a place were to go back to when i fuck up. entrances work both ways. Which is rather unfortunate. it makes it easier to fuck up. But some entrances have fucked me over because of the fact that the exit sealed when i entered causing me to not be able to turn back. I mean everything said in a theoretical way of course. I mean entrance and exit in terms of the human mind.
into the building that sits at the corner of main and cedar street, there are 3 boys who live in this building. they like to play music and drink beer. i used to sit on their couch and listen to them play and banter over drinking beer