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With the rain came the doors that banged, the wind that wanted nothing more than to announce its arrival, to say, "I'm here." And so it went on, the grass outside flattening in waves that reflected the light and the surface of the river covered in waves as if it were in open water.

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The wind blew through the house with a powerful passion, scattering old documents as if they were the leaves of fall and banging the doors as if they were its chaotic drum beat - the marching band of one without fingers or hands.

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The slam of the door was the tempest inside Nicola made audible. It was how she wrote her pain into the air, hoping that someone would understand how to stop the storm - praying that there would be enough love in the world to clam the winds that tore at her insides.

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When the doors started to slam Anya knew the shouting match was just getting started. After that everyone would be walking on eggshells, trying not to ignite the verbal violence that had left the air so brittle.

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Trina was in the basement when the doors began to bang and voices rise to a crescendo of rage. She barely blinked, just picked up are bag, her phone and walked out the door into the sunshine. No longer was she a baby, trapped with their ill-tempers, there was a whole life just waiting outside those walls.

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Olivia broke as the door slammed. She needed love but all that would come was anger until she gave in. Though the sound lasted only seconds, it sat in her mind like a shard of glass, something that would remain, hurting her from the inside.

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The slam of the door came like punctuation. Before it Lucy had hope, and after it she had none. It cracked through the house as loud as any whip, stinging at her insides, leaving her dying without an injury to show for her pains.

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Oliver would bang doors like they were exclamation marks to whatever he had just said. Often they would bounce in the frame and he'd do it all over again, splitting Mom's eardrums for a second time.

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When Simon banged the doors it was his plea for Tanya to come after him, his yearning for her to mother him. For the most part she did, after a few moments to compose herself. But there came a day when Tanya was too 'thin" inside to respond and the slam of wood on wood went unanswered.

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He left a week ago but I can still hear the doors bang. He must have slammed every one on the way out. I thought they'd come off their frames from the way the noise cracked into the air. He's not the biggest guy, but he really put some power into it. I guess anger can do that.

By haikuqueen1998, October 3, 2014.
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Every. Damn. Night. I'm in bed, sleeping, dreaming, happy. My big sister, who has to drink a gallon of water before bed for her "beautiful complexion" get's up to pee. Bang. That's her bedroom door. Bang. That's the washroom door. You might as well put a freakin starting gun next to my ear drum and pull the trigger. Then she's done. She flushes. Loud. She washes her hands. Loud. Then she leaves the washroom. Bang. Then she get's in her room. Bang. Rinse and repeat that every 2 hours for the whole night. I can't think straight, do math, remember my lunch or keep my cool.

By sheldon25, October 2, 2014.