I sprinted into my room and shut and locked the door behind me ‘click’. I was huffing and puffing, I had escaped from the people who have been bullying me. Im not so sure what to do now im in trouble.
Rohan Kishore
I opened the door and I walked in my mum was on the floor in her room and I turn and look in the bathroom that goes from their room my dad is in there on the floor and I run back to the door and it is locked.
jacob davies
I opened the door and I walked in my mum was on the floor in her room and I turn and look in the bathroom that lgoes from their room my dad is in there on the floor and I run back to the door and it is locked…
jacob davies
I run to the front door. Sweat pouring down my face. I reach for the handle and… IT WAS LOCKED!!!!!!!1!!!. Although the key was under the mat so…
My insides lock everything up. What food I eat, what I dream at night, what I love most, what I wish for. On the outside, the world sees sort of crazy, sort of calm, sort of unreliable. How does the world arrive at all that, when everything I am is locked up inside me?
I put a padlock on my room when I was a teenager. Because I didn’t trust my parents. I didn’t have anything in there to hide. It just bothered me that they’d rifle through stuff. One of them would throw things out too. “Cleaning.” (How about ‘Cleaning” while I’m there? – And why “clean” the things that were neat? – Oh that’s right… because ‘since things were neat and clean I obviously didn’t use them!’ UGH!)
I know there are people who may read this and think “My house, my rules.” That’s fine to an extent. I mean of course you’re right. But then don’t be a jerk about it. Don’t violate your kid’s privacy and security in a destructive way. Don’t throw away their things when they’re not home without asking. Don’t jump to conclusions about things you read in a diary (which is really none of your business. Sorry.) If you claim to be a “concerned parent” then be an actual concerned parent. Have a good relationship with your kid. Don’t be a crappy parent, with a crappy relationship, then toss your kid’s room once in a while because you’re nosy, and use “concern” as an excuse!
Do I sound bitter? I am. Funny how things hang around.
For what it’s worth, I’ve never used drugs, never smoked, never drank (I’ve had sips of stuff that looked good! But I don’t drink. Alcohol doesn’t “work right” on me, so there’s no point.) I was ridiculously obedient. There was nothing to be suspicious about.
Oh and as for the “their house their rules” thing… one of my parents will still go through people’s things any time they’re left alone somewhere. My things, your things, friends’ things, strangers’ things… It’s not about concern and it’s none of their business. My being a kid in their house was no different.
– Think it’s weird that I got away with putting a padlock on my door as a teen? – Me too! Certainly THAT was a reason to be suspicious! But really, I’d just had enough.
Noisy Quiet
She awoke with a gasp and immediately went for the door. As she rattled on the handle she realised it was locked, she spent hours screaming and crying for someone to get her out but by the time the police found the cabin it was too late.
Nicole
Right outside the door. That’s where he is. Waiting for me to break down and let him in. He thinks that I don’t know where he’s been or what he’s been doing, but he’s so wrong about that it isn’t funny. Here’s what I did: For six months, I saved money without telling him. I opened a bank account and had them send the statements to my office address. I got to about $6000. Then I called a private investigator. It was weird at first; I had no idea even who to call or how to call. So I got a hold of a lawyer first, a real shark named Ben Varnas. The guy would torture his own kids to get what he wanted. I’d heard about him, so I knew he’d know who to call. The bastard charged me a fortune just to talk about which PI to call, but in the end it was worth it.
George M. came to my door. He seemed too nice to be a PI, but as it turned out, there’s nothing even remotely nice about old George. So about three weeks after I hired him, he called. I thought he was going to tell me I was imagining things. Well, the only thing I was imagining was that my husband still loved me and had no interest in other women. No. He had interest in anything that moved apparently. I won’t go into details here, but the man I was married to for years turns out to be one of the sickest puppies on the planet. You can’t believe the pictures i have, which according to George, will get my husband arrested on several counts. Maybe I made a mistake telling him about it on the phone. Because right now, he’s on the other side of this locked door, talking to me in a voice I’ve never heard before. It’s freaking me out.
ruby
when we where babies we get locked in our cribes when its bed time,and we also get locked up in jail.
Haley Dittman
She clutched her heart and felt it begin to drain… Her blood ran cold and quickly away.
Zoe
a closed door that will not open if you turn it and will open if you turn a key. what you do to keep people out of your room.
Cadyn
Locked in a basement or in a car, the feeling of entrapment. The struggle to breathe, wishing for gasps of air and feeling nothing but locked. There’s no key to your mind, just the feeling of being locked.
The closed was locket from the inside. Little Jim locks himself in when his mom and dad started screaming, he didn’t like it and the closet was the only place where he could barely hear them. He hugged his teddy bear and waited for the screams to end.
I got locked at home. Then my mom came and unlocked the door for me. Finally I went to the store and the suddenly I got locked again. Then when I went home I got Locked. And then I got locked
alex
Locked doors are the worst! They always leave you wondering why in the world they are locked. And, if you are like me, you want stop trying to unlock it.
Nobody
Something keeps you from entering. It’s not a door, not a portal. It’s an empty archway with an invisible lock. If you pass through the threshold, you can’t turn back. You can’t come back once you’ve gone off in the pursuit of you.
tammie
I was locked in the dark room with my heart ponding. I felt hot and sweaty. Why was I here? I should try to stand up and get out. My legs are folded and so stiff that I can barely stand. I graon and reach for the knob. Locked!!!
Jane Jacques
Luc had noticed that when Ryou didn’t know anyone was watching him, there would always be a distant expression on his face. Like Ryou was somewhere far away, or he longed to be somewhere else. When Luc said his name, Ryou would turn to him and the distant expression would disappear, any trace of longing locked away where no one would see.
I got out of my house and, I was going to my car, and I realized that I forgot my keys of my house. so I was locked of my house. I decide to go over to my friend house.
Francisco F. Murray
I was jiggling the door, unable to open it. The screams inside were becoming louder and louder. I pushed all of my weight against the door handle, trying to break the lock, but I couldn’t. I heard the screams quiet down, and then disappear.
ilana
The back door was locked. Jess knew that she had brought her key with her today to school but now it was nowhere to be found. If she couldn’t get in, then she couldn’t find the bag that she so desperately needed to give to him. This was the moment that would change the direction of her life forever.
sarah
She hit the lock with her sword, trying to break the lock. The metal echoed through the ruins, a repeating clanging though the lifeless temple.
Jonaya
Locked in my own mind, my thoughts are racing like an Olympic gold medalist. So many things to worry about, so many things to think about.
I feel locked in this life. I am restrained by those who are supposed to love me. When I make a feeble attempt at escape, I am immediately shot down. Now the time has come to fight.
If you have a locked mind you can loose some good opportunites in your life. Open your mind!
Macae
I got locked in a small room with no light in the room.
Simon Woodard
She jiggled the handle. Nothing. She looked up and squinted to see the windows on the second floor. Something was in that house. She had to get in. She looked over to the drainpipe snaking down from the ceiling. Hm. Perhaps… No, that’s silly. That only happened in books and movies. People don’t really climb up drainpipes.
Her mind was racing, trying to open the front door. Hope her two teenagers were fine inside the house, did they leave for their friends’ house early? Why are they not answering their cell phones. She forgot the house keys and was locked out. She was almost ready to dial 911, when her teenage daughter opened the door : “Hello Mom “. Bliss of summer vacations…
Although she was careful to make sure to make sure the bike was securely locked to the tree, and making sure that the chain encircled the front and back tires and wound around the frame, when she returned, the bike had disappeared. Someone with a big bolt cutters had severed the chain and rode off. Sighing, she walked home.
Karen had been bashing her head against the door for hours, occasionally literally. She wasn’t one to give up easily, but even she was starting to admit this one had her stumped. She’d tried everything she could think of – from jimmying the lock to forcing it with her shoulder to speaking passcodes – but not a single one had worked.
Then, slowly, with the inevitability of a ship sailing into an iceberg, she noticed the small notice marked ‘pull’ next to the handle.
I locked my door, and then as I always do I doubled-checked that it had caught. I turned to walk down my driveway with the nagging feeling that I had forgotten something. I always seem to feel this way and I can rarely remember what I’ve forgotten.
Kacee Mullikin
Something interesting in here, the immediate thought I have on seeing something locked. I am not overly curious though unless it is a computer file, locked boxes hold no fascination for me
Locked are my thoughts. I do not seem to find the keys that probably is locked inside the same place where my thoughts are locked. If only I could unlock the lock, could I be able to then lock the then unlocked? I don’t know.
Ujjwal
Lord, I pray that you would unlock the doors of people’s heart to you and your love and grace!
closed in a definite manner detaining access to a particular thing/aspect
Alina
The door was locked. The gate was bolted. The windows were all latched. I sat in the center of my study, alone, my hands shaking under the blanket that Lester had thrown over me. He had told me not to move. He had told me that he would return when everything was safe. When the coast was clear. It had been four hours since he had shut me in that room. I could hear my own breathing. It was like hearing the death rattle from my own quivering lungs.
Belinda Roddie
The door. I couldn’t open it. Somehow, I had checked, that the key was lost in the midst of the forest. I had to go back to the heart and find truth. For the day had come. It was time for me to face the dark.
Roman
Father, I just want to pray for people who have blocked off their hearts to you, pray that you will bring people into their lives who will be able to show you to them in a new way, to be able to show them love and hope like they have never seen before.
I sprinted into my room and shut and locked the door behind me ‘click’. I was huffing and puffing, I had escaped from the people who have been bullying me. Im not so sure what to do now im in trouble.
I opened the door and I walked in my mum was on the floor in her room and I turn and look in the bathroom that goes from their room my dad is in there on the floor and I run back to the door and it is locked.
I opened the door and I walked in my mum was on the floor in her room and I turn and look in the bathroom that lgoes from their room my dad is in there on the floor and I run back to the door and it is locked…
I run to the front door. Sweat pouring down my face. I reach for the handle and… IT WAS LOCKED!!!!!!!1!!!. Although the key was under the mat so…
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I locked myself away
today
in the comfort of my home
and all alone I stay
today
as I start to sink like stone
My insides lock everything up. What food I eat, what I dream at night, what I love most, what I wish for. On the outside, the world sees sort of crazy, sort of calm, sort of unreliable. How does the world arrive at all that, when everything I am is locked up inside me?
locked
Room.
I put a padlock on my room when I was a teenager. Because I didn’t trust my parents. I didn’t have anything in there to hide. It just bothered me that they’d rifle through stuff. One of them would throw things out too. “Cleaning.” (How about ‘Cleaning” while I’m there? – And why “clean” the things that were neat? – Oh that’s right… because ‘since things were neat and clean I obviously didn’t use them!’ UGH!)
I know there are people who may read this and think “My house, my rules.” That’s fine to an extent. I mean of course you’re right. But then don’t be a jerk about it. Don’t violate your kid’s privacy and security in a destructive way. Don’t throw away their things when they’re not home without asking. Don’t jump to conclusions about things you read in a diary (which is really none of your business. Sorry.) If you claim to be a “concerned parent” then be an actual concerned parent. Have a good relationship with your kid. Don’t be a crappy parent, with a crappy relationship, then toss your kid’s room once in a while because you’re nosy, and use “concern” as an excuse!
Do I sound bitter? I am. Funny how things hang around.
For what it’s worth, I’ve never used drugs, never smoked, never drank (I’ve had sips of stuff that looked good! But I don’t drink. Alcohol doesn’t “work right” on me, so there’s no point.) I was ridiculously obedient. There was nothing to be suspicious about.
Oh and as for the “their house their rules” thing… one of my parents will still go through people’s things any time they’re left alone somewhere. My things, your things, friends’ things, strangers’ things… It’s not about concern and it’s none of their business. My being a kid in their house was no different.
– Think it’s weird that I got away with putting a padlock on my door as a teen? – Me too! Certainly THAT was a reason to be suspicious! But really, I’d just had enough.
She awoke with a gasp and immediately went for the door. As she rattled on the handle she realised it was locked, she spent hours screaming and crying for someone to get her out but by the time the police found the cabin it was too late.
Right outside the door. That’s where he is. Waiting for me to break down and let him in. He thinks that I don’t know where he’s been or what he’s been doing, but he’s so wrong about that it isn’t funny. Here’s what I did: For six months, I saved money without telling him. I opened a bank account and had them send the statements to my office address. I got to about $6000. Then I called a private investigator. It was weird at first; I had no idea even who to call or how to call. So I got a hold of a lawyer first, a real shark named Ben Varnas. The guy would torture his own kids to get what he wanted. I’d heard about him, so I knew he’d know who to call. The bastard charged me a fortune just to talk about which PI to call, but in the end it was worth it.
George M. came to my door. He seemed too nice to be a PI, but as it turned out, there’s nothing even remotely nice about old George. So about three weeks after I hired him, he called. I thought he was going to tell me I was imagining things. Well, the only thing I was imagining was that my husband still loved me and had no interest in other women. No. He had interest in anything that moved apparently. I won’t go into details here, but the man I was married to for years turns out to be one of the sickest puppies on the planet. You can’t believe the pictures i have, which according to George, will get my husband arrested on several counts. Maybe I made a mistake telling him about it on the phone. Because right now, he’s on the other side of this locked door, talking to me in a voice I’ve never heard before. It’s freaking me out.
when we where babies we get locked in our cribes when its bed time,and we also get locked up in jail.
She clutched her heart and felt it begin to drain… Her blood ran cold and quickly away.
a closed door that will not open if you turn it and will open if you turn a key. what you do to keep people out of your room.
Locked in a basement or in a car, the feeling of entrapment. The struggle to breathe, wishing for gasps of air and feeling nothing but locked. There’s no key to your mind, just the feeling of being locked.
The closed was locket from the inside. Little Jim locks himself in when his mom and dad started screaming, he didn’t like it and the closet was the only place where he could barely hear them. He hugged his teddy bear and waited for the screams to end.
I got locked at home. Then my mom came and unlocked the door for me. Finally I went to the store and the suddenly I got locked again. Then when I went home I got Locked. And then I got locked
Locked doors are the worst! They always leave you wondering why in the world they are locked. And, if you are like me, you want stop trying to unlock it.
Something keeps you from entering. It’s not a door, not a portal. It’s an empty archway with an invisible lock. If you pass through the threshold, you can’t turn back. You can’t come back once you’ve gone off in the pursuit of you.
I was locked in the dark room with my heart ponding. I felt hot and sweaty. Why was I here? I should try to stand up and get out. My legs are folded and so stiff that I can barely stand. I graon and reach for the knob. Locked!!!
Luc had noticed that when Ryou didn’t know anyone was watching him, there would always be a distant expression on his face. Like Ryou was somewhere far away, or he longed to be somewhere else. When Luc said his name, Ryou would turn to him and the distant expression would disappear, any trace of longing locked away where no one would see.
Please unlocked the car for me. Please unlocked the door for the pizza man.
I got out of my house and, I was going to my car, and I realized that I forgot my keys of my house. so I was locked of my house. I decide to go over to my friend house.
I was jiggling the door, unable to open it. The screams inside were becoming louder and louder. I pushed all of my weight against the door handle, trying to break the lock, but I couldn’t. I heard the screams quiet down, and then disappear.
The back door was locked. Jess knew that she had brought her key with her today to school but now it was nowhere to be found. If she couldn’t get in, then she couldn’t find the bag that she so desperately needed to give to him. This was the moment that would change the direction of her life forever.
She hit the lock with her sword, trying to break the lock. The metal echoed through the ruins, a repeating clanging though the lifeless temple.
Locked in my own mind, my thoughts are racing like an Olympic gold medalist. So many things to worry about, so many things to think about.
I feel locked in this life. I am restrained by those who are supposed to love me. When I make a feeble attempt at escape, I am immediately shot down. Now the time has come to fight.
If you have a locked mind you can loose some good opportunites in your life. Open your mind!
I got locked in a small room with no light in the room.
She jiggled the handle. Nothing. She looked up and squinted to see the windows on the second floor. Something was in that house. She had to get in. She looked over to the drainpipe snaking down from the ceiling. Hm. Perhaps… No, that’s silly. That only happened in books and movies. People don’t really climb up drainpipes.
Her mind was racing, trying to open the front door. Hope her two teenagers were fine inside the house, did they leave for their friends’ house early? Why are they not answering their cell phones. She forgot the house keys and was locked out. She was almost ready to dial 911, when her teenage daughter opened the door : “Hello Mom “. Bliss of summer vacations…
Although she was careful to make sure to make sure the bike was securely locked to the tree, and making sure that the chain encircled the front and back tires and wound around the frame, when she returned, the bike had disappeared. Someone with a big bolt cutters had severed the chain and rode off. Sighing, she walked home.
Karen had been bashing her head against the door for hours, occasionally literally. She wasn’t one to give up easily, but even she was starting to admit this one had her stumped. She’d tried everything she could think of – from jimmying the lock to forcing it with her shoulder to speaking passcodes – but not a single one had worked.
Then, slowly, with the inevitability of a ship sailing into an iceberg, she noticed the small notice marked ‘pull’ next to the handle.
I locked my door, and then as I always do I doubled-checked that it had caught. I turned to walk down my driveway with the nagging feeling that I had forgotten something. I always seem to feel this way and I can rarely remember what I’ve forgotten.
Something interesting in here, the immediate thought I have on seeing something locked. I am not overly curious though unless it is a computer file, locked boxes hold no fascination for me
Locked are my thoughts. I do not seem to find the keys that probably is locked inside the same place where my thoughts are locked. If only I could unlock the lock, could I be able to then lock the then unlocked? I don’t know.
Lord, I pray that you would unlock the doors of people’s heart to you and your love and grace!
closed in a definite manner detaining access to a particular thing/aspect
The door was locked. The gate was bolted. The windows were all latched. I sat in the center of my study, alone, my hands shaking under the blanket that Lester had thrown over me. He had told me not to move. He had told me that he would return when everything was safe. When the coast was clear. It had been four hours since he had shut me in that room. I could hear my own breathing. It was like hearing the death rattle from my own quivering lungs.
The door. I couldn’t open it. Somehow, I had checked, that the key was lost in the midst of the forest. I had to go back to the heart and find truth. For the day had come. It was time for me to face the dark.
Father, I just want to pray for people who have blocked off their hearts to you, pray that you will bring people into their lives who will be able to show you to them in a new way, to be able to show them love and hope like they have never seen before.