Funny Hinge Answers Novels & Stories

Like your knees. Eli closes his eyes. “Good answer.” Mara finishes her lesson and the children run to Hinge, not to climb it, they have been taught not to climb the young ones, but to press their ears to its trunk. It is a game. Who can hear it chime the longest. One girl, maybe seven, with a shaved head from chemo, stays longer than the rest. She whispers something I cannot hear. Hinge shivers and grows a single small branch down to her height. At its tip is not a leaf but a cluster of pale berries that glow faintly.

Haley crossed to the door and began examining the hinges, how the two swinging pieces were attached. "They made sure to tell me this bar that the doors attach to is anchored into the foundation." "But what about the hinges? The screws? Bolts? One weak point could change everything." She was aware of Konstantin at her back while she went over the doors. They weren't cheaply made, which was a disappointment. The bars were as thick as her thumb, so not likely to bend, and she doubted they'd be able to break them. And there were no hinges. The post went through holes formed into the gates.

No one does. “I’m leaving!” he announces to no one in particular. “None of you can stop me!” I snort. “No one’s trying.” Jack cracks up beside me. “Please let the door hit you on the ass on the way out.” Edison tries to slam the door, but it’s got one of those soft-close hydraulic hinges—the kind that slowly pulls the door shut with a whisper and a sigh. The look on his face when it fails to match his dramatic exit is priceless.