Ways to Say It
"He opened the door."
He burst into the room.
He felt the door give way.
He watched his own hands struggle against the door as they pushed it open.
He saw a group of people pan into view as the door eased open.
He couldn't remember pushing his way through the door after he had stumbled into the room.
He was barely aware of himself opening the door.
He couldn't stop himself from nudging the door open.
He might as well wear a friendly countenance now that he was opening the door.
The door opened.
The door swung open.
The door was opening.
The door was being opened.
The door creaked when he pushed it open.
The door led him into a warm, crowded room.
The heavy wooden door finally gave way, and he was soon easing himself past it.
His hand found the door, and he turned the knob and walked through.
The handle felt icy in his fingers as he opened the door.
The sound of a door swinging open caused her to jump.
Before he knew it, he was already pushing aside the door.
A warm burst of air greeted him upon opening the door.
Silence was the only thing he met when he opened the door.
No one heard him when he turned the handle and entered the room.
Opening the door, he caught the warm scent of baked bread.
Opening the door into that room only intensified his fear.
To see a man entering the room was the last thing they expected.
A group of faces turned to the door when they heard the man's arrival.
And suddenly he was grabbing the door handle and bursting into the room.
This place was old, for he had felt and heard the rusty hinges of the door when he entered.
Even after he moved through the door, there was that lingering sense of unease.
What caused him to walk through that door?
After he opened the door, he found the room empty.
They told him not to open the door, but he didn't listen.
He was certain he almost broke the door when he flew into the room.
Believing he was safe against the door, it was a shock to him when it gave way and sent him stumbling into the room.