Elevator

It’s not much, with a small living space, and even smaller kitchen. But it’s all we have. I breathe in deep as I think and begin to smell something odd. Reminding me of the thick clouds of exhaust which come from the new-fangled Ford motor cars, speeding down the streets. The people around me must smell it too; they’ve slowed their hands trying to find the source. Friendly chatter dies down and is replaced with harsh whispers, trying to identify what the source is. It’s thick, burning my throat, and I’ve just identified what it is when someone yells. “Fire!” I know I shouldn’t panic, but as smoke spreads through the room, the tension levels rise. I follow a swarm of girls to the elevator, knowing that I’ll be left behind. There are too many of us to fit in the small shaft, and it goes down without me. Those of us remaining run to the narrow staircase in the corner. I get to the door first and pull it as hard as I can. “Open it!” a girl with a thick accent screams to me. “It’s locked,” I scream back, feeling extremely…

This traumatic event caused Holden to prevent himself from succeeding in life. He had lost all hope and did not see any point in trying to do or be something if his brother was not there to see it either. This is the reason for all the destructive choices and decisions Holden makes throughout the story. Even though getting drunk and finding prostitutes came off as fun and entertaining to Holden, it was really a cry for help with the downward spiral into which he was getting himself. In one case,…

The memory of 126 Riverside Drive will always stay with me. The concrete in front of the apartment overlooking the park is separated into squares and covered in old gum and the occasional chalk doodle. You go up and stand on the single black concrete step and look up at the black marble and the silver 126. You walk in the clear glass door and walk onto the faded tile floor that goes from the bottom of the few lonely stairs through the next door and to the elevator. You feel the cold from the…

watch students and faculty at South College to see if health care students chose to use stairs or an elevator to go to the upper floor classrooms. Tracking if gender, extra weight like books, and whether they are going up or down floors effects the choices they make. Weighting the results and coming up with the percentages to see if health care students chose the healthy option when it comes to stairs or elevators. Stairs Versus Elevator Usage at South College Ever wonder if people when given…

The elevator tells me we settled, on the last floor, with a ding, and a screech, elevator doors open. I step out unsteadily. There is only one hallway in the basement, that leads to the only classroom and back to the elevator, or stairs. The classroom is dead ahead. Mr. Fiedler must have let us out really early. I reach the door, it has the body of an oval, with two black windows, but you can’t see anything through them. The door is scorching hot with a massive layer of ash. Scarcely attached…

under my breath as I could feel my ears getting red and hot. The man was wearing a blue buttoned down shirt and had a badge that read “Security.” He turned the paper and sure enough it was my face clearly printed in black and white. “Um that’s actually me,” I said to the man. “Are you sure this is you?” he said. Seriously. “Yup, that’s definitely me.” I assured him. “You’re going to need to come with me now so I can take you to your parents,” he said. As we were walking towards the elevator, he…

make him stubborn.” Rhodey looked around at them again. “Please tell me y’all aren’t okay with this.” Bruce shrugged. He didn’t look happy. “We’ll be there for them when it falls apart.” “Why are you guys so pessimistic about this?” Tony asked, exasperated. “Seriously? You think an inexperienced idealistic guy like Steve should be dating a thousand-year-old alien?” “Whatever happened to love conquers all?” Just then the elevator doors opened and a scowling, tuxedo-clad Steve stalked out. Loki,…

The Floor of Discrimination “Ding” the silver metal elevator whispers. A young African American enters the small silver box and recognizes a familiar face. She was an older white woman who lived down the hall. Wearing a fancy purple dress, she crammed herself into the far back corner of the elevator. She looked like she had just seen a rat, with her face as white as snow and full of fear. ‘Do you want to come up?’ the young boy asked. ‘No’ she responds in a high pitched whisper and quickly…

It’s a chilly December day in Cleveland. There are noisy streets, crowded sidewalks, and busy coffee shops filled with customers. I’ve had a long boring day of typing, filing papers, and attending meetings. I finish up my work and start walking down the twelve flights of stairs. Normally the elevator suites me, but from all the sitting I had done today, I thought I needed a little exercise. I get to the main floor, breathing heavily. I open the doors of the tall business building and take a step…

Not knowing whom she was meeting, Stella relaxed in the leather seat watching the city pass by through the tinted window. Finally the limo stopped, and her door was open. Placing a single heel onto the pavement, Stella glanced up at the expensive hotel before entering the building. Giving her name to the man behind the front desk, Stella nodded slightly before heading towards the elevator. “Top floor,” she said to the elevator operator. Standing there among Gotham's finest made her feel…