The problem with doors is that it not only keeps people out but it also keeps people in. We cannot see beyond them if they are in the way. We need to be the handles that open these passageway and help connect one side to the other, instead of be it’s barrier. We can be the change.
they deadbolted the door, kept everyone out. just for a night. they showed each other their hearts, unlocked the deadbolts of their hearts, and decided to never let go.
It’s heavy, reminds me of death and shutting people out. But it can protect. Depends on who is trying to get in and who is trying to shut someone or something out. Wonder why that is.
i like locking my door to my bedroom just in case the crazy boys from down the hall try to get in and come after me or my roommate. we had an episode with that last semester so deadbolts are what we love. also, i made a part in my in my mechanics class that looked like a deadbolt. It was so much fun! that’s probably my favorite class ever since i’ve been here at rutgers. Rutgers is a pretty nice school; it has its ups and downs, but overall i’ve been happy here.
With the deadbolt turned, I felt safe. With the huge TS rubber boots in front of it, I felt safer. Add the lightbulb in front of the door? Safest. This is the way it should be. I am safe here.
“Lock the dead bolt”!!! she screamed as they all ran into the house. They were rattled with fear It was a like a dream, no a nightmare . The truth had reached them and they had little idea of What to do. Could they survive this hell or would they perish in a sea of their own lies? Only time would tell.
The deadbolt wouldn’t unlock. She knew he was right behind her, gaining ground with every pounding step. How did he find her? Wasn’t she under witness protection? She wasn’t the little girl who had turned him in. She was Stephenie Jackson, a woman who had started anew, with a new name, and new looks. How?
He was trying to get in. I don’t know who he is or what he wants but definitely knows who I am. I made a dash to the door. I had to get that deadbolt locked or he would be able to just walk in. I could see the dark figure outside I as I barely made it to the door. Bang! Bang! I was safe….for now.
I slam the bolt and let out a scream. This madness feels like a nightmare, one I can’t escape — a cage of my own making. I check the deadbolt. I scream again. There is no where to go.
dead bolt to the door the floor is aside the stairs and the ceiling is feeling quite lonely. the house knocked into space by the spark of lighting and the dog is barking at venus now that the lawn and house are queitly drifting into nothing floating on forever ending never.
the door was locked. very tight. i shoved. i pulled. i pushed. i kicked at it. but the door was locked. if it were any normal lock, perhaps i could open the door, letting me in, letting me out. but it was no normal lock.
I slid across the deadbolt then put on the padlock. That will be the last time I see her for a few days, I thought to myself. If only she didn’t behave so badly I wouldn’t have to treat her this way. I rubbed my knuckles as I walked back up the stairs.
deadbolt is the thing which wil come across owhen i am stuck somewhere in sm bullshit things
life is like that when you try getting out of something it wil give you bad experiences and wehn you start loving something it woll snatch you that,.
thats how life is
but this is not all the times..at times life gives us the best and then see how does we react towards it :).
thus life is not always bad at times it teaches us a lession too :)
Es sind immer wieder dieselben. Sie hausten damals schon in diesem Keller. Sie ließen sich nie sehen, aber ich wusste, dass sie da sind. Jetzt bin ich gekommen, um Licht ins Dunkel zu bringen. Ich könnte das Haus auch so verkaufen, wie es ist. Aber jetzt will ich es wissen. Ich will sie sehen, ich will sie um Gnade flehen hören, sie ein wenig zappeln lassen …
She locked the door, barricaded it… but she stil heard him coming. Panic rose up through her veins until she felt choked by it. What could she do? the window? Too high up… and jammed anyway. Hide? maybe… she stasheded herslef in the back of the closest, nearly crying out when she heard the door crash open, he knew she was in here, and she saw the tops of his shoes and a soft chuckle…. and then all she saw was darkness.
Dead body.
Heart no longer beating and heavy mass on the floor.
Then the floor opens up and some kind of gravitational force,
[That can be explained by science, I’m sure]
Sucks it in and away.
And no one notices at all.
Or, safety net.
Deadbolt on the the door.
That stops all of that from even happening.
he locked the door with all intentions of keeping me out, but what he didn’t realize is that the deadbolt was actually keeping him in. he would be stuck forever, and i would be running free, and all would be right in the world. i thank him for shutting me out. i thank him for the deadbolt. without it, i would be stuck inside with him.
The deadbolt lock was only one sided. All I had to do was break out one of the panes of glass next to it and open the door. There was a lot of noise, but it was very quiet compared to all the racket that was to come.
Deadbolt- makes me think of doors, closed places, shut things. It’s curiously morbid too, why the ‘dead’ bit? You could use one to keep out the undead too!
I screamed, the sound clawing its way out of my throat and striking against the close walls. My fingers raked over the deadbolt holding the door shut, lost and confused in the darkness. My scream was the only sound, and I could as smoke filled my lungs, filled the tiny room I was trapped in. I was going to die here. Die with the smoke and the fire.
I’ve never had a deadbolt on a door before. I’ve never really even felt the need to lock one. It’s unfortunate how damn dangerous the world has gotten since we were kids. You used to be able to fall asleep downstairs on the couch with all the windows open without worrying someone was going to try to get in. Now the doors on the first floor are locked, there are guns in every room, and the deadbolt is bolted. Sad.
the woman locked twice, rechecked her locks, and then deadbolted. she peered fearfully through the curtains out into the peaceful suburban streets, her hair escaping from hastily placed curlers. ‘the paranoia never ends’, she thought. and then she placed a gun to her head and shot, a shot that rang out into the neighborhood but woke no one.
The deadbolt slammed shut, but the door still shook in its frame. The woman shook the knob, an animalistic scream working its way out of her throat. She seemed to determine to knock the door down by force if the man beyond it did not open it. He was scrambling with the other locks, sliding each in place with his many keys.
This is the one thing keeping me from where I want to go and who I want to be. I’m locked in so deep I don’t even know where to begin searching for a key. Instead I just shut off the world and embrace it. When in reality, all it is doing is pushing me down a deeper unsocializing hole. Building walls. Hoping that someone will come after me by simply ignoring them. Such an ignorant mindset. How can someone come after me if they don’t know I’m there?
The deadbolt had shifted, I thought. The lights were off. I fumbled for the lightswitch, shopping bags weighing down my wrist, making my whole arm shudder as though it was fear. Out here in the countryside, there were no people for miles. I’d driven forty minutes from the supermarket. The wind shuffled outside.
The deadbolt is a tool for securing doors, but when I hear the word I don’t think about doors. I think about a large man with a blond spiky crewcut, something like Bart Simpson’s. He stands with his bulky arms crossed in a tight grey cotton t-shirts, his legs apart in bluejeans, his feet planted firmly in old boots. His face is stern–and stupid.
stop the theives from getting in bolt that dead ass in the faces=, dreadful dreadbolt, brings to mind zombies, better deadbolt that shit before you get your brains eater. images of locks and doors multiple ;locks paranoia typos
The deadbolt lock slid into place. She panted as she slid down the door and landed on the ground. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and prayed that they wouldn’t make it through. She scrambled to her feet and grabbed the sonic gun. She shot a square hole in the wall and climbed through. She shot the wall again, and the square was gone. She ran and ran. She was safe.
Dead. Bolt. I don’t actually know what it is. Fail. But I promise I’ll look it up later.
I mean, adding the two words together..a bolt. It’s probably something to do with a bolt. Maybe it’s how you insert one.
The problem with doors is that it not only keeps people out but it also keeps people in. We cannot see beyond them if they are in the way. We need to be the handles that open these passageway and help connect one side to the other, instead of be it’s barrier. We can be the change.
they deadbolted the door, kept everyone out. just for a night. they showed each other their hearts, unlocked the deadbolts of their hearts, and decided to never let go.
It’s heavy, reminds me of death and shutting people out. But it can protect. Depends on who is trying to get in and who is trying to shut someone or something out. Wonder why that is.
i like locking my door to my bedroom just in case the crazy boys from down the hall try to get in and come after me or my roommate. we had an episode with that last semester so deadbolts are what we love. also, i made a part in my in my mechanics class that looked like a deadbolt. It was so much fun! that’s probably my favorite class ever since i’ve been here at rutgers. Rutgers is a pretty nice school; it has its ups and downs, but overall i’ve been happy here.
With the deadbolt turned, I felt safe. With the huge TS rubber boots in front of it, I felt safer. Add the lightbulb in front of the door? Safest. This is the way it should be. I am safe here.
“Lock the dead bolt”!!! she screamed as they all ran into the house. They were rattled with fear It was a like a dream, no a nightmare . The truth had reached them and they had little idea of What to do. Could they survive this hell or would they perish in a sea of their own lies? Only time would tell.
The deadbolt wouldn’t unlock. She knew he was right behind her, gaining ground with every pounding step. How did he find her? Wasn’t she under witness protection? She wasn’t the little girl who had turned him in. She was Stephenie Jackson, a woman who had started anew, with a new name, and new looks. How?
He was trying to get in. I don’t know who he is or what he wants but definitely knows who I am. I made a dash to the door. I had to get that deadbolt locked or he would be able to just walk in. I could see the dark figure outside I as I barely made it to the door. Bang! Bang! I was safe….for now.
I wonder where this word came from –
I dont think of a lock as having the ability to be alive –
so how can it be dead?
I slam the bolt and let out a scream. This madness feels like a nightmare, one I can’t escape — a cage of my own making. I check the deadbolt. I scream again. There is no where to go.
dead bolt to the door the floor is aside the stairs and the ceiling is feeling quite lonely. the house knocked into space by the spark of lighting and the dog is barking at venus now that the lawn and house are queitly drifting into nothing floating on forever ending never.
the door was locked. very tight. i shoved. i pulled. i pushed. i kicked at it. but the door was locked. if it were any normal lock, perhaps i could open the door, letting me in, letting me out. but it was no normal lock.
I slid across the deadbolt then put on the padlock. That will be the last time I see her for a few days, I thought to myself. If only she didn’t behave so badly I wouldn’t have to treat her this way. I rubbed my knuckles as I walked back up the stairs.
Tammy was terrified, but after six short years, a heavy duty deadbolt and some courage, she was gone. Back to the house at Fairfax.
deadbolt is the thing which wil come across owhen i am stuck somewhere in sm bullshit things
life is like that when you try getting out of something it wil give you bad experiences and wehn you start loving something it woll snatch you that,.
thats how life is
but this is not all the times..at times life gives us the best and then see how does we react towards it :).
thus life is not always bad at times it teaches us a lession too :)
Es sind immer wieder dieselben. Sie hausten damals schon in diesem Keller. Sie ließen sich nie sehen, aber ich wusste, dass sie da sind. Jetzt bin ich gekommen, um Licht ins Dunkel zu bringen. Ich könnte das Haus auch so verkaufen, wie es ist. Aber jetzt will ich es wissen. Ich will sie sehen, ich will sie um Gnade flehen hören, sie ein wenig zappeln lassen …
dead bolt is a lock on a door that is very strong…
She locked the door, barricaded it… but she stil heard him coming. Panic rose up through her veins until she felt choked by it. What could she do? the window? Too high up… and jammed anyway. Hide? maybe… she stasheded herslef in the back of the closest, nearly crying out when she heard the door crash open, he knew she was in here, and she saw the tops of his shoes and a soft chuckle…. and then all she saw was darkness.
i have no idea what deadbolt means.
a deadbolt is something that is dead.
“I ran from my life. I shut everything out. I slammed the deadbolt down on the lock and died.” “Ahhhhhh!” i woke up.
A deadbolt is something that holds something together i think.
he lock the deadbolt behind him just as the creture hit the door with a loud crash then a scream
Dead body.
Heart no longer beating and heavy mass on the floor.
Then the floor opens up and some kind of gravitational force,
[That can be explained by science, I’m sure]
Sucks it in and away.
And no one notices at all.
Or, safety net.
Deadbolt on the the door.
That stops all of that from even happening.
he locked the door with all intentions of keeping me out, but what he didn’t realize is that the deadbolt was actually keeping him in. he would be stuck forever, and i would be running free, and all would be right in the world. i thank him for shutting me out. i thank him for the deadbolt. without it, i would be stuck inside with him.
dead /fast /cool
The deadbolt lock was only one sided. All I had to do was break out one of the panes of glass next to it and open the door. There was a lot of noise, but it was very quiet compared to all the racket that was to come.
Deadbolt- makes me think of doors, closed places, shut things. It’s curiously morbid too, why the ‘dead’ bit? You could use one to keep out the undead too!
sliver twistie hard stainless steel cool
I screamed, the sound clawing its way out of my throat and striking against the close walls. My fingers raked over the deadbolt holding the door shut, lost and confused in the darkness. My scream was the only sound, and I could as smoke filled my lungs, filled the tiny room I was trapped in. I was going to die here. Die with the smoke and the fire.
I’ve never had a deadbolt on a door before. I’ve never really even felt the need to lock one. It’s unfortunate how damn dangerous the world has gotten since we were kids. You used to be able to fall asleep downstairs on the couch with all the windows open without worrying someone was going to try to get in. Now the doors on the first floor are locked, there are guns in every room, and the deadbolt is bolted. Sad.
the woman locked twice, rechecked her locks, and then deadbolted. she peered fearfully through the curtains out into the peaceful suburban streets, her hair escaping from hastily placed curlers. ‘the paranoia never ends’, she thought. and then she placed a gun to her head and shot, a shot that rang out into the neighborhood but woke no one.
The deadbolt slammed shut, but the door still shook in its frame. The woman shook the knob, an animalistic scream working its way out of her throat. She seemed to determine to knock the door down by force if the man beyond it did not open it. He was scrambling with the other locks, sliding each in place with his many keys.
This is the one thing keeping me from where I want to go and who I want to be. I’m locked in so deep I don’t even know where to begin searching for a key. Instead I just shut off the world and embrace it. When in reality, all it is doing is pushing me down a deeper unsocializing hole. Building walls. Hoping that someone will come after me by simply ignoring them. Such an ignorant mindset. How can someone come after me if they don’t know I’m there?
The deadbolt had shifted, I thought. The lights were off. I fumbled for the lightswitch, shopping bags weighing down my wrist, making my whole arm shudder as though it was fear. Out here in the countryside, there were no people for miles. I’d driven forty minutes from the supermarket. The wind shuffled outside.
The deadbolt is a tool for securing doors, but when I hear the word I don’t think about doors. I think about a large man with a blond spiky crewcut, something like Bart Simpson’s. He stands with his bulky arms crossed in a tight grey cotton t-shirts, his legs apart in bluejeans, his feet planted firmly in old boots. His face is stern–and stupid.
the deadbolt held the door tight during the scuffle in the hall way of the apartment building
words were flying and name calling and fighting, yet i felt unsafe yet somewhat safe with the deadbolt intact
stop the theives from getting in bolt that dead ass in the faces=, dreadful dreadbolt, brings to mind zombies, better deadbolt that shit before you get your brains eater. images of locks and doors multiple ;locks paranoia typos
The deadbolt lock slid into place. She panted as she slid down the door and landed on the ground. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and prayed that they wouldn’t make it through. She scrambled to her feet and grabbed the sonic gun. She shot a square hole in the wall and climbed through. She shot the wall again, and the square was gone. She ran and ran. She was safe.