Anne’s room was spacious with jade green walls and gray vinyl wood floors. She had one frame with encased arrowheads, but otherwise her walls were barren. The ceiling was slant and there were two windows with beige curtains. The trim on the windows and on the door was old, scuffed, and beaten. Half of it was stained a dark brown and the other half was an Americana brown. Anne had left a crowbar, a...

Black Walls

It’s her favourite colour

Large Bed

Larger than her mother

Carpets

From the renovation

Severed heads

It’s decoration...

_Chaos_

One corner, _BOOM_, closet

Other, GIANT COLLECTION OF STUFFED ANIMALS!

An empty dresser….

Paper randomness dangling from ceilings

Awards on walls, many random mirrors.

Purple: flowers, bed- and brown furniture!

Oh did I forget to mention that all my furniture is dead Aunt furniture.

I sleep in my Aunt Marylins bed.

Great way to creep people out during sleep overs.

“Good night!”

...

The room was filled with wonder hidden draws revealing collections of books coins and purses

Ceiling was filled with miniatures military toys and collectibles from the many autographs he had found

A secret collection of oddities from his daily life milk bottle caps ft around the world stamps.

Decorations wise it was like a a p or ice box from th ever who movies like the tardis

Never ending inf...

“You kept it? After all these years?” Elodie gasped.

The messy, childish drawings were kept neatly in her friend’s dresser. The staples that kept them together in a picture book were still intact.

Penelope nodded. “It was the first handmade gift I’d ever received. I didn’t have the heart to get rid of something that was made with love, even if you weren’t the greatest artist back then.”

The sc...

The Detective steps into her apartment, his senses heightened. His eyes catch a pair of black gloves, neatly rolled black handwraps, and a black mouthguard, all inside a large black sports bag by the entrance. The sight sends a shiver down his spine, hinting at a suspect who is intimidating, perhaps even dangerous. A woman who might engage in bar fights, not out of necessity, but for the thrill.

H...

The bedroom is in complete disarray, with a broken door hanging off its hinges as if it has been forcefully struck by a powerful force. The floor is littered with a chaotic array of items as if a whirlwind has ripped through the room. Sheets of paper with intricate drawings and writings cover the floor, and a vintage typewriter sits on a desk with half of a captivating story typed out. Art supplie...

I'm wearing my grandmas top

It smells like her

The house I lived in when I was 2

Every other Christmas

And every new years eve

It smells like spanglish and the best rice

It smells like late nights

With my cousins on a stolen device

Playing games we were too young for

Eating snacks we were too old for

It smells like the songs we used to sing

And the laughs we used to have

It smells like the dishw...

Made to make a mother break apart

Designed to send boys home in a box

Created to end a life before it starts

Sending kids under ground below rocks

We’ve done it forever. It’s human instinct

But we’ve come a long way from clubs and stones

And now with these weapons that kill in an instant?

No more is this spears or arrows

See how fast rows of soldiers become rows of graves

They won’t go home a ...

Jeannette lives in a studio apartment with a partition separating her “bedroom” and “living room” her bedroom is bigger and that is where her desk is. Her desk is on the left side of the room(right of the bed) and has a screen in the wall behind her desk. Her desk has a key pad on it, a mouse, and a thumbprint reader or “key”....