gate - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The gate was open on one side, yet was so wide anything could pass. So despite their tallness and the strength of the metal, it was a simple stroll to the other side. Paul let his hand touch the ambient metal, no longer hot from the day nor cold from the soothing effect of evening air. It was as if it could vanish, as if the atoms themselves could choose to be free, to be something new.
The five bar gate looked out of place in the urban landscape. I wondered if the owner of the house was from the country and so had installed a gate that reminded him of home.
The gate was an impressive wrought iron affair with spikes at the top. It opened electronically from inside the big house. Unless you were some kind of ninja burglar the only way in was to buzz the intercom and announce your arrival.
The gate was somewhat rickety. It had surely been sturdy when it was made, it was solid cedar wood and held together with great iron nails. But it had not been varnished for many years and the rot had set in. The hinges and nails had become rusted and the gate hung at a jaunty angle. It gave the impression that one good gust of wind could finish it off. Marvin opened it with the same care he peeled back pages in his new scientific volumes and brought it to a soft, noiseless close behind him.