Red Room

There I was sitting at the piano, nervous and startled as my teacher entered the room. My heart was beating fast as if a cheetah was running. My palms were sweaty, and my face was all red. I didn't know if I was actually going to pass my piano test. It was my first ever piano test, and I really wanted to pass. My fingers started shaking and I just didn't know if I was going to make it. It all started with my mom. She wanted her children to have musical knowledge, but I was the only one out of…

upstairs into his room on the third floor, ready to go to sleep because he was too freaked out to listen to the landlady anymore. He ran up the stairs, and all anyone in the house could hear was , "THUD, THUD, THUD!" Once in his rented room, Billy let out a very high-pitched shriek. He paced around the room, wondering what he could do to get out of this mess. That's when he caught a sight of stuffed Christopher Mulholland and George W. Temple. Scared, Billy sprinted out of the room, down the…

crack of the bathroom door, but I didn't bother to call his name. It was normal for me to enter through the window everyday after I ate dinner, he was usually sitting on his bed by then. I sat on his bed full of his clothes that he covered up with a red plaid quilt. Harley’s bed was messier than usual. He had rock and roll CDs and books scattered all over, with his laptop prompt opened to some mixing music software.…

The upstairs of the house is my favorite. At the top of the stairs is the useless air conditioner that has never worked properly. I was forced to take naps on the soft bed in the first room. The next room has green carpet that resembles diarrhea. There used to be a sewing machine and bunk bed in the room until she threw them out. My grandmother’s miniscule office with teal walls hold more bookcases full of paper. During each visit, the heat of the poorly air-conditioned house clings to me as…

We prayed and cried, nonstop, until the surgeon came out of the double doors, looking disappointed. “Mr. Summers,” the surgeon repeated five or six times, shouting across the waiting room. “Yes,” my father shouted as he stood up. “How is she, is she okay?” “She is fine for now, we will be taking her up to the ICU, until she wakes up from the anesthesia, the surgery went well.” A shock of relief went through me. “Now we will have to…

As I crept into my room, where I could see Scilla’s foot sticking out from under my bed like a sore thumb,I tagged her and ran. Then she bolted after me down the hall, so I u turned and exploded back into my room, jumping under my covers where scilla couldn’t find me. So she laid down next to what she thought was a pillow and she started to snore. So I said,‘Are you sleeping silly?’ and she was so I rolled her into my bed and cuddled with my cute little Staffordshire…

The aroma that makes your mouth so watery that you wanna eat whatever you’re smelling is this little room in my house where I love to spend most of my time when I’m home, is my kitchen. Almost every single day of the week when I get home I automatically go straight to the kitchen and sit at my little wooden table that is on the right side of the kitchen when you walk in. This kitchen is definitely not modernized with all the fancy cabinets and super cool gadgets that comes with it. Instead, my…

After school, I entered the living room startled to see my mother seated on the couch reading an article on her tablet. She glanced up at me, turning up her nose. "What are you doing home so early, I thought you were working today?" I sighed. “I decided to take the day off to spend some time with you before you graduate” She said. As I stood there her eyes narrowed. “What were you thinking stepping outside like that?" Her red painted lips pursed as she eyed me. "Would you rather I went…

bedroom window, quickly wrenching it open to tumble inside unceremoniously. It was a good thing her room was on the ground floor, the low window a good exit, a means to escape without detection. Bothered by her mangled leg, she limped to her bathroom after closing and securing her window latch. Balancing on her bathtub’s rim, she unwrapped the scarf she had tied carelessly around the dusty gash. The red of her blood had seeped into the wine of the cloth, the draining of blood on the battlefield.…

When he got to his room, dinner was waiting for him and he wondered why he was not eating at the feasting hall, but the aroma coming from the table quickly made that an irrelevant question. Famished, he immediately sat and took his first bites when a knock came upon his door and reluctantly got up to open the door, only to find Balthazar, who he invited him in, asking if he would care to join him for dinner, but he replied that he had already eaten, however, he would gladly share a pint while…