Sliding Closet Door Handle Novels & Stories

Or maybe there is history between them—or something like that. I toss my boots off and walk straight to the wardrobe, flinging it open and grabbing the first two hangers I see. A navy-blue dress with gold detail. A plain cream-colored blouse. I carry them to the door, hook them onto the inside handle like I did the last time, and adjust them until the metal hangers touch—just slightly. I test the door once to make sure I’ve placed them right. Then again. Each time, the steel clicks together with that soft, familiar chime. Perfect.

“You do know the apple isn't really an apple, right?” I dropped it back in the bowl, my face flushing slightly in embarrassment. “Sorry…” Clyde beckoned me over, walking deeper into the tiny space. He stopped in front of another door — but this one wasn't locked this time — and put his fingers in what looked like a handle and pulled to the side. The door slid open, and realisation dawned on me — it was obviously one of those sliding doors, and I was also very obviously an idiot.

“I assume you have you key?” I nodded and opened the room. We walked in and checked everything out. The room was white, bare, and boring. On the left-hand side, there was a door, then a desk. On the far wall there was a single bed and on the right-hand side there was a double sliding door. I slid the door open to a closet that had a built-in dresser on one side and room to hang things on the other.

Apart from that, she understood that the door was equipped with a sensor due to which the door opened automatically when she touched it. By spotting various size and design of wardrobe, shelves, pull out and sliding racks, drawers which are attached on one side of wall, harshika understood, it's a closet. The closet has a long corridor to walk in, one side of wall attached with wardrobe and shelves, half of other side wall is occupied by glass window, remaining wall is occupied by dressing table with mirror and chair.

I didn't even notice the two doors by the right hand side of the room; one white and the other a frosty silver colour. I hastily walked over to the closet and truth be told, it was beautiful and huge. Inside it stood a sliding door wardrobe, it's door built from head to ceiling. Next to it were various shelves aligned with footwears which had a horizontal rectangular mirror opposite it. Where all these for me? I slid open the wardrobe and was met with various exquisite styles of dresses. I closed it back and walked outside the closet, the maid still standing fixed on the spot. I walked to the frosty silver door and opened it, peering inside.

Trisha smiled malevolently and commenced to discover the second ground. She had already shown this ground turned into the place of Raven's bedroom. As the principal battlefield wherein her ecstatic toddler-making warfare will take area, it turned into pretty vital to examine the bodily place beforehand. "Hmm...... Could or not it's this one?" Trisha opened the primary sliding door. The handle's fashion turned into a substitute for expensive and antique fashioned. Entering the room, the sight turned even extra astonishing. "Wow......" It rivalled the palaces wherein royalty and the Aristocracy resided.

It wasn't long before his desire for peace outweighed his dislike for company. Rising from his bed, Sethlzaar made his way to the door. It was a fine thing, if he ever did see one. Like every other furniture in the room, it was fashioned from oak with a polished brown color and a weight heavier than most doors he had come across. The handle, a metal painted to fit the semblance of gold, retained a fashionable smoothness and a curve that fit perfectly with his grip. He opened the door and sighed. Saelin stood before him clad in a brown flowing gown, no doubt what she wore for her nights.

He tapped on it to confirm it was him. After confirming that everything was ok, he walked out and the door closed. He pressed a button then stepped back. The door moved backwards then a wall slid in front of it to cover it, making it look like a normal closet. No one would even know that there was a secret room behind the wall. Alexander walked out of the closet. He unbuttoned his suit jacket and slid it off his body. His eyes landed on the dress laying on the couch. He walked over and took a look at it.

Its windows were tinted dark and the front door had no handle, only a single slit where the card could fit. I hesitated at the sidewalk. My phone buzzed with a notification but I ignored it, staring at the card in my hand. I could still turn back. But my legs carried me forward. I slid the card into the slot and a soft click followed. The door opened inward without anyone touching it. A narrow hallway stretched in front of me, dimly lit with soft golden lights on the ceiling. The walls were lined with velvet panels and the air smelled faintly of vanilla and smoke.

I didn't use that. I brought my own cabinet, and since the day I moved here I haven't opened it or even touched it. I slowly brought my hand closer to the closet handle. When I was about to touch the handle of the closet, I felt indecisive. I thought what can I open here?