The Enormous Room

years, along with my sandals and raced towards the kitchen to fix myself something warm to eat. I ran through the living room with only one shoe on and hopped on one foot around the corner to the coffee pot. The moment I reached the coffee pot, after tripping at least ten times, it occurred to me that I had seen something out of place on the couch. I circled back to the living room and there was my neatly folded sweater lying on the couch from folding laundry the day before. I don’t know how I…

here !!! These are some of the things we would be saying if we had grade eight graduation in the gym this year. This is our last year in Royal Orch1ard, so we should be treated to something better than a room full of sweating teenagers which reek of dreadful odor and their parents cramped in one room sitting on atrocious chair which torment the parent’s backs on their kids big day, where they have to sit for hours to see their kids graduation and have very little to eat and barely any food…

They unlocked the door, even more slowly, and let Margot out. Time slowed to a crawl as they stared at her, their faces as pale as her own. She was sitting, legs tucked under her, tears streaming down her hollow cheeks, staring at the door it’s color long washed away because no one had cared. Trembling, she stood, gazing into their eyes and asked in a ghost of a voice, “Did it?” “No,” they said, but they averted their eyes and did not fight as she slowly got up and made her way through the…

comfortable in any situation, except the little bridge world of my Den. My wanderlust heart might hate being confined, but swaddled down the little gap between the wall and couch on the livingroom floor isn’t constraining, it’s safe. Barely enough room to curl up, dark under the blanket roof, and messy from weeks spent sleeping and working there, it looks more like a second-grader’s pillow fort than a teenager’s refuge from a stressful reality. I built it a few weeks ago on a whim; hauled the…

The Trans- Alleghany Insane Asylum It started on a weekend in May, our school decided to plan a field trip to a mysterious building in the western part of Virginia. Don’t ask me why though—we’re all surprised they even considered it. The funny thing is, our school hasn’t taken a field trip in three years, and this is the first placed they decided to go to. The whole situation was quite strange. After a class of eighth graders went to a zoo, the principle has not allowed anyone to go on a…

I took the elevator down to the lobby to get breakfast then go back up to my room and watch TV. The food choices are lame considering this is a star hotel in Los Angeles and in the hills overlooking the city. I was watching TV then, this advertisement and came across the screen and said come out to Venice Beach to watch the 25 annual weightlifting competition. I was very curious about this competition and gave them a call. “ Good morning this is mike hosting the 25th annual weightlifting…

to get ready for today. 8:00 A.M. When I go downstairs for breakfast, I see that my roommates; Kallie, Amber, and Stephanie are already there and waiting for me. We prepare some california rolls for breakfast and eat together in the living room. The living room has the latest gaming tech and a tv that covers the entire wall. We all watch…

approached the door he flicked the locked, laughing and locking me out. His mom tapped him on the hand and he unlocked the door pushing it open allowing me to enter into the house. As I walked through the door he ran to his room. Dilan peaked around the corner and runs back into the living room and hugs me saying “Hey, what you doing at my house?” I don’t answer, just smile and take a seat on the couch. He then runs into the kitchen grab a juice from the fridge. He comes back and sit beside me…

nothing was stolen and there were no signs of forced entry. Two days later, the story became stranger. In our living room, we have several toy blocks with letters on them arranged on our shelf. DH and I sleep right next to the living room, and my DH is a very light sleeper, so no one could have…

Ugh, the stench. The smell overwhelmed my nostrils, and a sour taste collected in the back of my throat. It looked even worse. The room seemed more like a Banksy museum—if Banksy museums were filled with half empty cup noodles, emptied out yogurt cups, and half eaten donuts. It’s hard to imagine that a human did this. As I pushed the window wide open, I thought to myself “I don’t get paid enough for this.” Said every housekeeper ever. Collect the trash. Turn off the air conditioner. I looked…