Writing Prompt

Paint drops on my floor tiles

A trillion canvases huddled in one corner

My sisters books

Too much bags

Too much journals

Pictures of me and my siblings

My old teddy’s under my bed

My sisters old bag from year 12

A stack of year 10 and 11 books near my bed

My 15th bday year birthday box with most of the birthday cards i ever got

A letter for my mom that i never gave her

A little crocodile plus...

The bay window was littered with heaps of clothing. A bright green pair of jeans were dangling from the pillows with flower embroidery. The floor was matted with different colored carpets and decorated with more vibrant pops of clothing. On the walls were small intricate wooden pieces. There was a broom in the far corner of the room left to collect dust. A yellow colored desk beheld chunky earring...

The flannel bedspread was neutral and non threatening, the sort of thing that said I want shopping with my sister or my mother picked this out. In the corner was a well pruned ficus which was supposed to make to look like he was able to take care of things...

What was once a brilliant white room has been yellowed with years of cigarette smoke seeping into the paint. Many would only notice upon closer inspection of course, not when the contents of the room are far more interesting. A sense of opulence is usually the first impression one would get upon entering, until the details of the room set in and the personality of the inhabitant reveals itself. Ov...

Dark green walls surround Julian as he lays back on his bed.

His eyes flick up to look at the various records on the wall.

Some were for his favorite band: Arctic Monkeys.

Others were for My Chemical Romance, or Blink-182; there were even a few for Bad Omens.

He sighs, bored. Maybe he can read a book off his bookshelf, or write something on his computer that sits on his desk.

He's not in the ...

The large windows overlook a pansy flower garden. The bed is cozy with a dozen worn in pillows. A large chair occupies the corner, piles of books surround it. The actual bookshelves are full and bursting under the weight of every book she already has. The floor is carpeted but you could barely tell, there's just enough room to walk a tight path. The opposite corner resides a stereo filled with old...

Lila’s room was the pure embodiment of herself, scattered books and lipsticks amongst her twin size bed. The sheets were white with a variety of makeup and pen stains. “Need to wash those” She thought absentmindedly. Her bed frame was a black metal that squeaked when moved. “Not very practical” Lila continued observing the room she’d just walked in.

Next she noted her floor, it was an old white w...

Barren walls, complimented by a single Scooby Doo themed light switch panel, all at the ripe age of twenty two years old.

Miscellaneous hats stacked disorderly upon the dresser look more like the remnants of an earth quake than they do the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Immediately next to this scene, a barrage of at least a dozen cologne bottles, each with a unique presentation (not to mention scent). ...

Entering the room, was like entering a hospital. The walls were bright white, with not even a scratch let a lone a poster or art adorned on them. The floor was smooth white tile, and as I stepped inside the clicking of my shoes on it almost seemed to echo in this hollow space. There was a bed, if you can call it that. It was little more than a floating aluminum sheet, just wide and long enough for...

She walked into her room, the place she felt the most comfortable, her home. The color was pink, from when she was little and loved it, but now her parents didn't let her repaint it, so she was stuck with it. Band posters littered her walls, mainly of various rock bands. Over her bed she had a bulletin board with all of the concert tickets and posters she had gathered.

There was a small pile of ...