simple object that deals with doors. Makes fun of knobs and buttons and just flips doors upside down. Broking glass, liquid on the floor the doorknob lies within my reach of hand, and yet the door is closed.
The doorknob had always fascinated me. The evil eyes, slobbering tongue and rough texture repelled me, but I was drawn into touching it every time I saw it. I was always afraid that it would suddenly turn and snap off one of my fingers in a a fit of voracious hunger, but in reality it was just a hard, cold metal object.
She jangled the doorknob desperately. Needed to get out. Freedom. Escape. Far beyond this place. Beyond the shackles clacking painfully against her wrists. She just needed to open the door.
Theta reached for the doorknob, hoping Koschei hadn’t locked it. He hated it when they fought. Even more he hated that it was always him who had to make the first move to apologize. But he loved Kosch and that was all that mattered.
i heard knocking to the sound of my heart beat. i ran to the door with anxiety. my fingers hesitantly reaching for it. i took a quick spin of the room to make sure nothing was blatantly showing. i took a deep breath and opened the door. and there he was.
doorknob is a thing that i don’t know the meaning of this. So i can explain about it. i just want to tell you that i don”t know. I think it’s enough for you to know. maybe sometimes yi can explain you another word.
Ripping the doorknob awayfrom a door is like ripping away theheart of a human. Without a doorknob, no door can open. No opportunity willbe taken. Nothing can be seen through it and we will never know what is beyond it.
Whats beyond? I want to know. All that lies between here and there is a door. Okay, its time. I venture forward and turn the smooth brassy surface of the doorknob, twisting it, and stepping into the unknown……
As i reached the inconspicuous door jam, i reached for something that was not there. The void was startling– the void of the typical wood barrier accompanied by the crystal, wooden, or silver doorknob that allows for admission. In front of me, rather, there was a silent welcoming, enticing me to walk in. The welcoming darkness crept. I reached anyway, out of habit– a habit not worth breaking.
I spent the last 8 years of my life without a doorknob on my bedroom door. My room’s in the basement so it was no huge deal, but I just recently installed a doorknob. You have no idea how awesome they are until you live without one for 8 years. Try it. You’ll have new appreciation.
She twisted the doorknob uneasily. Who knows what could be behind that door? A monster? A killer? A lover? Who knows? It made a noise that pierced her ears as she drew in a breath before opening it. A dark shadow was seated in an old chair. A hooded figure sat there, and tapped its fingers with a discreet smile slapped on its face.
I reached for the doorknob but your hand stopped mine and gripped it yourself. You pressed your other hand to the small of my back and guided me into the bright lights of the store.
The empty hall went on for what seemed forever, even though it was probably only a few feet. It was just one small step away from her fingertips. The doorknob was her freedom.
I walk slowly, deliberately up the stairs. I’m nearing the top, the door grows ominously bigger and bigger. My hand is on the doorknob, brass, and well worn from so many turnings. So many turnings that revealed happier prospects. The knocking returns and I know that my dilatory musings wont make the noise go away. With a deep breath to calm my frayed nerves, I turn the old doorknob and close my eyes, preparing for the blow of bad news that awaits me with the turning of a hinge and the sweeping breath of the outside air.
I am a naturally clumsy individual. There was one time when I was about 13, and I was practicing a dance I had learned in my room, and brilliantly spun a perfect circle, stumbled, and then careened into my bedroom doorknob causing a pretty blue and purple bruise for the next week.
Between the two of us, I was the only one who got out unscathed. You nursed your split lip and tried to smile, but abruptly stopped when you realized the blood must have been turning your teeth red. I let out an anxious lungful of smoky bar air, hand on the doorknob as I turned to you.
“You might want to be more careful who you insult next time.”
You merely shrugged sheepishly in reply.
Of course the scar is still there, faint and white across your lip and serving as a reminder of the day that you finally learned that I could get away with far more snippy comments because I happened to be female.
It opens the door to new opportunities and experiences
They are usually brass in my house they are tarnished because it’s an old farmhouse
I don’t think the word rhymes with anything
The door stood on the other side of the hall. all i knew was i had to get to it. She grabbed my hand and pulled me forward but i had lost so much blood i only moved a couple of feet. “Get up!” She screamed, but i could just lay there.
My brain has literally drawn a blank, as I type about a doorknob. Doorknobs are shiny, mine isn’t. I suppose many doorknobs need a god polish, just like people. My doorknobs are wrung tight just like I do with my wrists. All these similes flooding into my head.
slowly there were bony fingers wisping towards my face. I dashed away. slammed the door. hid. shivering. cold. crying without a place to go. no windows. i could already feel him as the doorknob turned.
She rang me up, and I bolted down to the street, intending to catch a cab to the plaza she lived near. As I left the elevator, I came across the manager, whose face was sporting a rather smug look. As I went for the lobby doorknob, it became clear that this was a setup; I was locked in. In the reflection of the glass doors I could see the manager looking at my back, and large security guards started to come out of the back room. Definitely a setup. Was she in on this?
Alfred turned the door knob – wrenched it really – and burst into his apartment. He was ecstatic, he was bursting, he was happy.
Behind him followed his lover, Arthur, who regarded the poor doorknob with a pat before insisting on Alfred to calm down.
i try to grasp what stands before me. sixty seconds to write about something that i touch every day several times and i can’t even think of a worthy story. me oh my. door knob shmore knob. give me a break.
The stairs creaked and the wind blew against the house, making it sway slightly. She watched the moon climb higher in the sky outside her window. Footsteps in the hallway. A hand on the doorknob, turning it. She took a breath and watched her door open, her heartbeat in her ears. Her little brother poked his head through her doorway. “Can I sleep in here? I had another nightmare.” She smiled and slid to the other side of her bed, flipping the blankets back for him. He climbed into her bed and promptly fell asleep, his thumb tucked into his mouth and his chubby legs curled up to his chest.
Cameron’s hand rests on the golden doorknob before him. One twist of his wrist and the front door of his safe, comforting home would unlock, leading him to the chaotic world beyond.
“CAMERON! CAMERON!” Ada pounded on the colossal mahogany door, calling his name, scared for her life.
His other half was out there, on the other side of the door, just out of reach of his protection. But still he couldn’t bring himself to open it.
If he did, the terrifying creatures would force their way inside his house and the result would be his own death. No one could kill them, no one could escape them. They were indestructible.
But Ada was outside… He had to make a choice in that one deadly, measly short second, one that would either save his life or hers.
And without a second thought he threw the door open with a bang and Ada crashed safely into his waiting arms. A sea of the hungry, beady black eyes of the monsters was all he could see for miles.
I saw a high=tech doorknob over the internet last night. People can be so creative. Then i realized I’m not fond of doorknobs no matter how fancy they could be. Of stairs, I am. Also, doorknobs can be scary and/or mysterious. If you know what I mean.
shiny pieces of artwork. Our connection to new worlds. New dimensions. A single touch. a turn. You’ve opened yourself up to a whole new idea. Congratulations!
maybe you never meant to hurt me
maybe you meant to become my rusted doorknob
there when I needed to open up
there when I needed a breath of fresh air
maybe you wanted to grow old with me
me always needing you more than you needed me
perhaps you will always be waiting nearby
waiting
until I surrender my pride
and finally apologize
for I hold the key to you
and you allow me to be free
My brothers least favorite word is doorknob because it sounds disgusting. If one found doorknob to be nasty,what will he think when he has sex for the first time? Its a wonderful experience,not nasty.I mean its a simple word,just get over it. Your 14. Doorknobs are just round utilities that hang off of doors to open it. Oh,wait that is nasty. i love them though! They help me open the door !
she reached for the knob, not knowing if she should knock
just nodded and rapped about knowledge
if youre not feeling me
than whats the point
she reached for the knob and knocked, knowing that she should rob him of his heart.
A little creaking sound as I pulled open the door. I could hear the sound of something faintly knocking against the floor on the other side, over and over again.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The doorknob rattled slightly in my hand, but my grip was steady.
“There’s a towel on the doorknob,” said Danny. “Is that code for something?”
“Not sure.” I chewed at my jerky a bit longer, but the salty residue left me a little unimpressed.
Danny was still looking at me, like he was expecting me to finally divulge the truth like it was a riddle that neither of us had figured out yet. I matched his gaze exactly.
“Seriously, it’s probably Joe not putting his towel away. We’re fine.”
simple object that deals with doors. Makes fun of knobs and buttons and just flips doors upside down. Broking glass, liquid on the floor the doorknob lies within my reach of hand, and yet the door is closed.
The doorknob had always fascinated me. The evil eyes, slobbering tongue and rough texture repelled me, but I was drawn into touching it every time I saw it. I was always afraid that it would suddenly turn and snap off one of my fingers in a a fit of voracious hunger, but in reality it was just a hard, cold metal object.
She jangled the doorknob desperately. Needed to get out. Freedom. Escape. Far beyond this place. Beyond the shackles clacking painfully against her wrists. She just needed to open the door.
Theta reached for the doorknob, hoping Koschei hadn’t locked it. He hated it when they fought. Even more he hated that it was always him who had to make the first move to apologize. But he loved Kosch and that was all that mattered.
i heard knocking to the sound of my heart beat. i ran to the door with anxiety. my fingers hesitantly reaching for it. i took a quick spin of the room to make sure nothing was blatantly showing. i took a deep breath and opened the door. and there he was.
door locked. key. house. bush. doorway. walk way side walk bugs flies flying around. flowers. garden. cement. crack
With a metallic squeak, she turned it -but the deadbolt was still locked. The door still wouldn’t open, but she was so close now.
doorknob is a thing that i don’t know the meaning of this. So i can explain about it. i just want to tell you that i don”t know. I think it’s enough for you to know. maybe sometimes yi can explain you another word.
Ripping the doorknob awayfrom a door is like ripping away theheart of a human. Without a doorknob, no door can open. No opportunity willbe taken. Nothing can be seen through it and we will never know what is beyond it.
Whats beyond? I want to know. All that lies between here and there is a door. Okay, its time. I venture forward and turn the smooth brassy surface of the doorknob, twisting it, and stepping into the unknown……
As i reached the inconspicuous door jam, i reached for something that was not there. The void was startling– the void of the typical wood barrier accompanied by the crystal, wooden, or silver doorknob that allows for admission. In front of me, rather, there was a silent welcoming, enticing me to walk in. The welcoming darkness crept. I reached anyway, out of habit– a habit not worth breaking.
I spent the last 8 years of my life without a doorknob on my bedroom door. My room’s in the basement so it was no huge deal, but I just recently installed a doorknob. You have no idea how awesome they are until you live without one for 8 years. Try it. You’ll have new appreciation.
Lobster rules.
She twisted the doorknob uneasily. Who knows what could be behind that door? A monster? A killer? A lover? Who knows? It made a noise that pierced her ears as she drew in a breath before opening it. A dark shadow was seated in an old chair. A hooded figure sat there, and tapped its fingers with a discreet smile slapped on its face.
Nothing is more frightening than lying in my bed at night thinking I hear foot steps and imagining that someone is slowly turning the door knob.
I reached for the doorknob but your hand stopped mine and gripped it yourself. You pressed your other hand to the small of my back and guided me into the bright lights of the store.
The empty hall went on for what seemed forever, even though it was probably only a few feet. It was just one small step away from her fingertips. The doorknob was her freedom.
every doorknob holds adventure in your hands.
I walk slowly, deliberately up the stairs. I’m nearing the top, the door grows ominously bigger and bigger. My hand is on the doorknob, brass, and well worn from so many turnings. So many turnings that revealed happier prospects. The knocking returns and I know that my dilatory musings wont make the noise go away. With a deep breath to calm my frayed nerves, I turn the old doorknob and close my eyes, preparing for the blow of bad news that awaits me with the turning of a hinge and the sweeping breath of the outside air.
I am a naturally clumsy individual. There was one time when I was about 13, and I was practicing a dance I had learned in my room, and brilliantly spun a perfect circle, stumbled, and then careened into my bedroom doorknob causing a pretty blue and purple bruise for the next week.
open
closed
turned
twisted
keyhole
locked
dead
key
Between the two of us, I was the only one who got out unscathed. You nursed your split lip and tried to smile, but abruptly stopped when you realized the blood must have been turning your teeth red. I let out an anxious lungful of smoky bar air, hand on the doorknob as I turned to you.
“You might want to be more careful who you insult next time.”
You merely shrugged sheepishly in reply.
Of course the scar is still there, faint and white across your lip and serving as a reminder of the day that you finally learned that I could get away with far more snippy comments because I happened to be female.
It opens the door to new opportunities and experiences
They are usually brass in my house they are tarnished because it’s an old farmhouse
I don’t think the word rhymes with anything
The door stood on the other side of the hall. all i knew was i had to get to it. She grabbed my hand and pulled me forward but i had lost so much blood i only moved a couple of feet. “Get up!” She screamed, but i could just lay there.
He took the doorknob off the door. He hated the stupid thing. It lead to his room… His dreaded room where… No, he couldn’t think about it. Yet…
My brain has literally drawn a blank, as I type about a doorknob. Doorknobs are shiny, mine isn’t. I suppose many doorknobs need a god polish, just like people. My doorknobs are wrung tight just like I do with my wrists. All these similes flooding into my head.
slowly there were bony fingers wisping towards my face. I dashed away. slammed the door. hid. shivering. cold. crying without a place to go. no windows. i could already feel him as the doorknob turned.
She rang me up, and I bolted down to the street, intending to catch a cab to the plaza she lived near. As I left the elevator, I came across the manager, whose face was sporting a rather smug look. As I went for the lobby doorknob, it became clear that this was a setup; I was locked in. In the reflection of the glass doors I could see the manager looking at my back, and large security guards started to come out of the back room. Definitely a setup. Was she in on this?
Alfred turned the door knob – wrenched it really – and burst into his apartment. He was ecstatic, he was bursting, he was happy.
Behind him followed his lover, Arthur, who regarded the poor doorknob with a pat before insisting on Alfred to calm down.
i try to grasp what stands before me. sixty seconds to write about something that i touch every day several times and i can’t even think of a worthy story. me oh my. door knob shmore knob. give me a break.
The stairs creaked and the wind blew against the house, making it sway slightly. She watched the moon climb higher in the sky outside her window. Footsteps in the hallway. A hand on the doorknob, turning it. She took a breath and watched her door open, her heartbeat in her ears. Her little brother poked his head through her doorway. “Can I sleep in here? I had another nightmare.” She smiled and slid to the other side of her bed, flipping the blankets back for him. He climbed into her bed and promptly fell asleep, his thumb tucked into his mouth and his chubby legs curled up to his chest.
Cameron’s hand rests on the golden doorknob before him. One twist of his wrist and the front door of his safe, comforting home would unlock, leading him to the chaotic world beyond.
“CAMERON! CAMERON!” Ada pounded on the colossal mahogany door, calling his name, scared for her life.
His other half was out there, on the other side of the door, just out of reach of his protection. But still he couldn’t bring himself to open it.
If he did, the terrifying creatures would force their way inside his house and the result would be his own death. No one could kill them, no one could escape them. They were indestructible.
But Ada was outside… He had to make a choice in that one deadly, measly short second, one that would either save his life or hers.
And without a second thought he threw the door open with a bang and Ada crashed safely into his waiting arms. A sea of the hungry, beady black eyes of the monsters was all he could see for miles.
i once met someone who told me that they had Dejavu about doorknobs.
I saw a high=tech doorknob over the internet last night. People can be so creative. Then i realized I’m not fond of doorknobs no matter how fancy they could be. Of stairs, I am. Also, doorknobs can be scary and/or mysterious. If you know what I mean.
shiny pieces of artwork. Our connection to new worlds. New dimensions. A single touch. a turn. New races, cultures, and ideas.
shiny pieces of artwork. Our connection to new worlds. New dimensions. A single touch. a turn. You’ve opened yourself up to a whole new idea. Congratulations!
maybe you never meant to hurt me
maybe you meant to become my rusted doorknob
there when I needed to open up
there when I needed a breath of fresh air
maybe you wanted to grow old with me
me always needing you more than you needed me
perhaps you will always be waiting nearby
waiting
until I surrender my pride
and finally apologize
for I hold the key to you
and you allow me to be free
My brothers least favorite word is doorknob because it sounds disgusting. If one found doorknob to be nasty,what will he think when he has sex for the first time? Its a wonderful experience,not nasty.I mean its a simple word,just get over it. Your 14. Doorknobs are just round utilities that hang off of doors to open it. Oh,wait that is nasty. i love them though! They help me open the door !
she reached for the knob, not knowing if she should knock
just nodded and rapped about knowledge
if youre not feeling me
than whats the point
she reached for the knob and knocked, knowing that she should rob him of his heart.
A little creaking sound as I pulled open the door. I could hear the sound of something faintly knocking against the floor on the other side, over and over again.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The doorknob rattled slightly in my hand, but my grip was steady.
“Come in.”
“There’s a towel on the doorknob,” said Danny. “Is that code for something?”
“Not sure.” I chewed at my jerky a bit longer, but the salty residue left me a little unimpressed.
Danny was still looking at me, like he was expecting me to finally divulge the truth like it was a riddle that neither of us had figured out yet. I matched his gaze exactly.
“Seriously, it’s probably Joe not putting his towel away. We’re fine.”