Staircase That Never Ends Novels & Stories

The perfect house to start a family. Stark white walls were something I have always searched for in a home. The steel stair rails coloured a dark wooden brown brings warmth to the space. The massive atria skylight reflects so much natural light and in the nights the sky is a magnificent view, one can only wish for a star filled evening to leave you in a state of admiration. The place of new beginnings, 27 Great Ambrose Street, a traditional cast-iron loft, the duplex also has oversized windows, original wood-beamed ceilings, contemporary finishes, and views of the surrounding neighbourhoods and all the way down to the World Trade Centre.

If he is on his way, maybe I can run into him when I manage to get out. There is a long trail of stairs at the end of the corridor. We walk down the stairs quickly but they seem to never end. At the end of the stairs, there is another corridor. I hope we are not just walking through a maze and only ending up where we came from. Maybe all the corridors in this house just look the same. The house looks really old. Some places look like they haven't been torched for long.

at muling pinagmasdan ang text message. Unknown: Meet me up at Aristorium. Lunch break. today. "Bakit kaya sa lumang auditorium ng Aristotle building pa, eh ang layo nun." I said nonchalantly. "Kase nga mafia boss 'yan o kung hindi man edi serial killer sa tanghaling tapat! Kaya Aristorium yung napili para malayo sa mga tao. Maliblib na lugar ang usual na ginagamit ng mga 'yun para tago ang transaksyon. Tignan mo ang pormal pa ng pagkakatext." sunod sunod nyang paliwanag.

The climate in the room rises as hours count down to a critical moment of our assignment. Moving around the ill-organized table covered in maps and papers, the team gathers, standing in the midst of the preparations. Jake is looking straight at me, and although it is only for a few seconds, I can discern a shyness that does not often show itself. “How do you even manage it, Zea?” Jake’s voice is soft, his face intense. This is the question that was raised by the character: ’’Can I have fife being a mother and a killer at once?’’

A disgusting small changes. There was a stage now where a stripper was performing on a pole. Guys were drolling over her, wishing to be the pole. She started swinging her hips as she slowly dropped down to her knees and started crawling toward the perverts that were gathered around the stage. Soon there were whistles as money began to fly toward her. Her eyes were focused on the floor but I could see how tired she was. It was like she was programmed to do the moves and nothing else.

I knew I had never seen such before. The hallway opened to another large room which did not exactly look like a room because it was empty save for the foot a staircase. The staircase was gigantic, winding up in a spiral fashion and opening up to two wings on the first floor. I nearly gasped in awe at the sight of the huge staircase- it looked just as intimidating as the walls of the house.

After hours of traveling I arrived at The Marchessi mansion and from the way I was welcomed it would take a guess to know they are all aware of who I am. One of her many guards led me into the house and damn I have never been awed by an architecture as I was now. The dark interior screamed beauty and power and the crystal like chandelier did not fail in compliment the entire design of the living room. I've been to so many of her properties but none compares to the beauty of this. My eyes shifted to the spiral shaped staircase and I was amazed by the marble tiles and expensive looking rails.

I knew I had never seen such before. The hallway opened to another large room which did not exactly look like a room because it was empty save for the foot a staircase. The staircase was gigantic, winding up in a spiral fashion and opening up to two wings on the first floor. I nearly gasped in awe at the sight of the huge staircase- it looked just as intimidating as the walls of the house.

"Let us sit here, my dear! At this corner, we could clearly see the dragons' eyes gazing at us. What a great idea to have a fountain at the middle of the room with dragons spewing water! You don't only enjoy your food but the sight as well. My friend is really a genius, don't you think?" Amelia kept on chattering about her friend, the beautiful fountain, and how the architectural plan helped the restaurant to become a popular hang-out for rich people like them. Her daughter, on the other hand, was not listening, she was focusing on the left side where they sit, on someone she remembered she met before. He was alone and eating quietly. Imman noticed her, smiled, and went back to his food. He

“If you tell her that, I’ll deny it until my dying breath, but yeah. Upsetting her was never an option for me. Which gave me some mad respect for her dad. And that’s the reason I came back here the day of his funeral and made…that.” When he pointed up, I tipped my head way back, and my mouth fell open in shock. On the bottom of a concrete staircase, about twenty feet up was a Black Crimson original. Depicting Jack and the Beanstalk, it showed a boy climbing a building that was covered in vines. And in the clouds above was the quote that went with it. No one knows how many steps there are on the stairway to heaven. We just know that it’s one hell of a climb.