Wound Up At Your Door Novels & Stories

What if he was dying right this second, weakly calling for help, and I was out here like an idiot? “Reed Taylor,” I yelled, pounding on the door with my fist. “Open up right this minute, or I’m coming through the window, do you hear me?” I waited a second, turned and noticed a pale face pressed against the window in the neighboring house. I forced myself to smile, my split lip cracking in the process. “Uh . . . please?” A sound from inside the house. Was that a muffled shout? A groan? “Seriously, Reed Taylor, I need to know you’re not dead, okay? If you don’t get to this door in the next 30 seconds, I’m coming in after you. And I’m not paying for damages.”

Knock. At my door.

I'd practiced for days what I was going to say but my mind seems to be void of words right now. The walk to the door feels like an eternity but we soon get there and he insists on ringing the door bell. I let him, just like I let him hold my hand to calm me down as we wait for someone to open. He's done the whole hand holding thing with me so many times that I expect it now. I need it. It comes with a certain warmth of knowing that someone's there. Someone cares. "Good Morning." An elderly lady greets after opening the door. She's wearing an all black suit and I'm hardly surprised by the high horse that she's sitting on.

Period. He procured a fancy looking key from his pocket and opened the door, not bothering to knock. That simple action made me wonder how wonderful it must feel to have a home to come back to and find out that the door would always be open for you- no matter how long you've been away. I pasted a smile on my face to ward off that feeling of longing within me that was becoming more frequent lately just as Adrian stepped aside to let me enter first.

The property manager chuckled softly. "Ms. Thrushwood, please don't pretend you're not home. We checked the security cameras before coming. After you brought your mother home yesterday, you haven't gone out once. "Isn't your mother sick? Please open the door. Our community has medical facilities. We can provide treatment for her. You really should trust us. After all, the anomaly is about to descend. We need to stand together!" I stayed silent, but that did not deter them. They started ramming the door.

This is her first foot into reality, paying bills, earning money. The bell rings and I look down at my watch. Dot eight. "The kids must be here." I say and look at the door. It was closed and we were instructed to open the door after a knock. I don't understand why. As told, there is a knock on the door and I move up from the middle air on which my butt was resting because the seat was just too small. I turn the knob, and am about to open the door, when a union of shouts hits my ears, forcing me to cup them, leaving the door in the process. I regret my decision immediately, as the door throws open, almost at the verge of breaking and a wave of something small, living and in plenty pushes me

Una continued to listen to her doctor as she closed the door behind her, locking the door twice, a habit she picked up a few years back after leaving Aishcliff. “It is important that you have someone to talk to…” Dr. Larson went on when the doorbell suddenly rang. Una sighed. “Okay, Dr. Larson. I have to go. Someone’s at the door.” “All right, see you on Wednesday,” Dr. Larson said before hanging up. She put her phone in her pocket and peeked behind the curtain and saw a man standing outside her door. What does this guy want?

When the person shows no intention of leaving, with their constant knocking, I finally get off the comfort of my couch and go on to answer. " I'm coming, you don't have to knock so much, I heard you, you know!" I get tongue tied after opening the door and my eyes meet him. Mr Cullen, in the flesh. On my doorstep.

“Promise?” I touched my forehead to hers. “Cross my heart" __ I blinked back to the present just as a loud bang hit my door. What the hell? It wasn’t just a knock. It was more like someone trying to break the damn thing down. I stood up quickly, my heart lurching. “What now?” I muttered, walking toward the door. Another bang. “Alright, alright, keep your pants on,” I grumbled. I twisted the knob and yanked it open,

My breath catches. Whoever's at the door has keys to my bakery.