The Secret Room

Luna Smith sat down on her black leather couch with a cup of raspberry ice tea in hand. She turned to her right and picked up the TV remote from a glass side table. She then pushed the on button to turn on the flat screen TV after a long day at the courthouse of Virginia as a lawyer. She then pushed the rubber keys five and seven to turn on the CW since it was 8:55 (which is a channel made by the CBS and Warner Bros) to watch the new episode of Supernatural. (Supernatural is a show where two…

young or old.I’ve lived in my old house since I was 18 months old, but had to move out around the age of 15. I loved that house from the scenery of the front yard to the enormous backyard. All the rooms on the inside had memories that I will never forget. I still remember which room was my favorite room to be in and had the best memories about. I’ve had up and downs in this house, but it will forever be my favorite house to live in. Even though the house was half blue and half yellow, the front…

At that time we photographed everything in the kitchen and dining room that was to be converted. Next, we took precise measurements of all the key components in the kitchen. After dimensioning we drew up a bird’s eye view sketch of our two designs while we had the benefit of visually seeing what we were working with.…

bones in a dark closet. However, that may not always be the case. Often times, the skeletons are a collection of memories and secrets, stored over the years in the secret compartments of our mind, and we alone have access to them. Many of these are wonderful, and enjoyable to share, which we do willingly. However, along with these are unpleasant, often painful memories and secrets, which we would rather forget, and find it impossible. We commonly refer to these as ‘skeletons in the closet’ and…

Boisterous laughter seeps under the closed door. For a brief second, I consider turning around; instead, I inhale, hug my folder, tighten my grip on my water bottle, and count to three. It’s just a Speech Meet. As I wander into the classroom, a familiar scene paints itself before me. Zach sits atop a desk chatting with a pretty brunette girl. In the back, Emily slouches in her seat, picking at her black nail polish. As I pass by the front desks, Tom peers up and sends a polite smile my way.…

look up and out the window, I see the glistening shimmer of fresh snow dancing in the sky. I cherish every second of it, wishing the time would go by slower. As time creeps closer to 12:20 p.m., the more I shudder at the thought of having to go to room 224. I finish making my flashcards, using splendid handwriting, and proper spelling and grammar. The clock whispers 12:18 p.m. in my ear, I turn white as a ghost. “Good work today…

shoulder. Shrieking, Danielle threw the Polaroid across the room, fear engrossing her every nerve. With every muscle in her body tensed, Danielle forced herself to open her eyes and turn to see what person was awaiting her attention. But to her surprise, not a soul lingered behind her. Taking a deep breath, Danielle turned back to the pictures, cursing herself for being so paranoid. Gathering to her feet, Danielle trekked across the room to pick up the photo she’d tossed in her moment of…

When I pushed open the bathroom door I couldn't move. There lying on the floor was my son's blue blanket and his pajamas, but no baby. AH, i screamed. My husband, will came running into the room, what's wrong mary. Our baby boy is dead I said. Will quickly pulled out his phone and had 911 on speed dial in a snap. Hello, the operator said. What's your emergency? My baby boy is has been kidnapped. Ok, what's your address? 194 Oak Hill. Ok, the cops will be on their way, stay calm. Then the line…

show up at her home, as one walks around back she quietly watches them loom around her home through the knitted white curtains. One robber, Vance, who went around to the back door breaks the class door and lets himself in. Anna rushes under the dining room table. The table to draped with a table cloth.She is able to hide from them for a while, till the yellow teapot starts to scream. She stays calm acknowledges her breathing and lets the clutter of the house help her get around without them…

*brrrrrrzt* The bell rang, signalling the beginning of class. I was late, again. My class was on the whole other side of the school and I had yet to go to my locker and get my books. Oh, I was so screwed. I guess it's not really my fault, though. It wasn't me who had insisted on stopping at Starbucks which was on THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN before school. 'Thanks, Marce. I appreciate it.' I thought to myself. I sprinted down the hallways, glad that no one was there at the moment to prevent me from…