Elevators Lyrics Novels & Stories

He turned away from the elevators. One of the guards noticed. “Mr. Nobody?” he called out. Nobody looked back. The guard glanced at his colleague and winked. That watch-me-deal-with-him kind of wink. “If you're wondering if that's a cave, I promise you it isn't. It's called elevator. Eley. Vay. Tor. Get it? And it doesn't bite. I bet you've never been inside one of those now, have you?” Nobody stared at the elevator for a moment. Then at the guard. And said: "Wow! Is that what it is? Elevator? Nice meeting you, Mr. Elevator. But I got to go."

Elijah said and the elevator doors closed. “Oh. I hope you aren't late for it already?” “No.” He responded. Silence fell between us and I only fiddled with my fingers, staring at the elevator walls and trying to occupy my mind with something else. Suddenly, the elevator shook and halted which threw me off my balance. Elijah caught me in his arms and held me until I was stabilized. Then the lights went off. “Oh my God! Did the elevator just stop?” I uttered, looking around. “I guess. But they should fix it in no time.” Elijah replied as he moved close to the doors and tried to look through the tiny space between.

What's happening? The elevator started to shake violently. My heart started beating fast. Suddenly, the lights went off leaving me in completely darkness. "Please god help me!" I mumbled. I hate darkness. I get real scared when it's dark. This elevator needs to start immediately. Otherwise, I will die of fear. It's a complete nightmare to me. I have to call someone for help. "Hello! Please help. I'm stuck in the elevator" I swallowed a big lump that was stuck in my throat.

Damon cleared his throat, ending the suffocating silence. “It happens sometimes. I’ll get them to fix it.” I said nothing. He glanced away toward the wall, pressing the phone against his ear after what looked like he was dialing a number. The light went off. Then a voice came through. “Adams Group Security. What seems to be the problem?” “We’re stuck in the elevator,” Damon said calmly. “Elevator D. Twenty- floor shaft.” “Understood, sir. Technicals are on their way. Please remain calm.”

The glass door of the elevator slide from the sides. There are some ivies that hooked on the ceiling and moss carpet below our feet - it was creative and I am truly amazed about it. I did not expect this building to have fifteen grounds and I know high-rise apartment building merely has floors between seven and twelve. There is a symphony inside the elevator and it was coming from the carton that the robot gave to me. It was a northwestern style of music with a blend of dramatic melodies and r&b.

It saw them as a contaminant to be incinerated. She reached out and pressed her palm against the control panel. She didn't think about code or commands. She thought about the diner. She thought about slamming a door shut against a storm. Stop! she commanded. The elevator groaned. The cables strained. The Disposal text fought back. It flashed red before vanishing. The display glowed a soft gold. DESTINATION: FREEDOM. The elevator lurched upward. It bypassed the loading dock. Climbed higher than the hospital floors.

I decided to pack my things and tidy my desk before I headed out. The sound of my heels clicking against the tiled floor echoed in the empty hallway as I walked towards the elevator. I pushed the button and waited for it to ascend. The elevator doors opened with a quiet ding, and I stepped inside, pressing the button for the ground floor. As the doors closed, an eerie instrumental tune started playing softly through the speakers. It was a strange, haunting melody that seemed out of place in the sleek, modern building. I tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the illuminated floor numbers as they counted down.

Eli replied without a hint of shame. This day cannot end sooner, Brigail thought desperately. The elevator dinged as they reached the 20th floor. "So, how does it work?" Eli asked enthusiastically. Brigail groaned in exasperation before she began explaining the "lift wish." The Ghost pressed the ground button, followed by the close door box. As the lift went down for the second time, Brigail shut her eyes to make the swirling in her head stop. She was getting vertiginous by the second and she was afraid she might throw up.

Dylan said and walked towards the elevator. Chelsea shrugged and followed him. Dylan set the course and waited for Chelsea to step in before proceeding. The doors slid close side the elevator dinged, signalling its ascension to the upper echelon. The atmosphere inside the elevator tensed as they both grunted, sniffed, coughed and shrugged interchangeably. They both tried to keep their gazes fixed on the closed doors. "I think we've passed the last floor" Chelsea announced.

The plan had not accounted for a broken elevator, which meant fourteen flights of stairs with a four-and-a-half-year-old who was, on principle, opposed to being carried but had agreed to it today on the grounds that Patterson was also being carried and Patterson's legs were too short for stairs. Patterson was in Eli's left hand. Eli was on Selene's right hip. They descended fourteen flights together with the particular efficiency of people who had learned to adapt to each other's logistics without discussion. "How many more?" Eli asked, somewhere around the ninth floor. "Five." He considered this. "That's a lot." "It is." "Why is the elevator broken?" "Because things break sometimes." He abs