Funny Dorm Room Flags Novels & Stories

Promise not to break anything. The RA had taken one look at our rings, our graying temples, the laugh lines that hadn’t been there ten years ago, and just sighed, “Twenty minutes. Don’t break anything. And don’t scare the freshmen.” We closed the door. Locked it. The dorm room smelled exactly the same stale carpet, faint bleach from last summer’s cleaning, the stubborn undercurrent of teenage boy sweat that never quite leaves cinder-block walls no matter how many air fresheners get sprayed. The current occupants were out probably at the dining hall or the library and the space looked both eerily familiar and completely foreign. New posters on the walls. Different bedding. A mini-fridge hummi

Just as she reached his bedroom. The music from the bedroom thumped through the thin walls. Marilyn pushed the door open and froze. Across Simon’s body, Joyce — a girl Marilyn knew too well from campus — moved slowly on top of him, laughing breathlessly. Megan, another girl she vaguely recognized from class, knelt beside them, kissing his neck while his hands roamed freely. The small gift bag slipped from Marilyn’s fingers and landed softly on the carpet. Inside was his favorite cologne and a handwritten card that read, ‘Tonight is ours.’

The strong smell wafted through the room instantly, overpowering the sweet fragrance of Lara's lemon air freshener. Their room was painted a cool shade of purple and white with a bunk bed leaning against both side of the room. Posters of Halle Berry, Naomi Campbell and a half naked Latino male model lined the wall. In the far end corner of the room, blouses, jeans and every size bra imaginable were carelessly draped over a chair. Strings of colorful waistbeads dangled from a bent nail on the pastel wall.

The apartment is small, and the hall leads to the only three other rooms in our tiny box home: the bathroom, Julie’s room, and Jackson’s. “The last door on the left,” I sigh, and he nods, walking quietly to Jackson’s room. I watch a smirk appear on his lips as he sees Jackson has decorated his room door with his name and various signs, “STAY OUT! NOT A TRAIN CROSSING! And STOP! Are all signs he has hung on his door. Damon chuckles as his finger glides across the stop sign’s cold metal. I wonder if he is feeling nostalgic? He steps back, and I grip the door handle, opening it slowly. I smile as I see Jackson still sleeping, and I open the door for Damon to enter.

Daxton wants to toss it out the window on the way home, Pearl wants us to wear it on any Sweet Sixteen in the Pack and Preston is objecting to that idea in a very loud voice. “Oh, Fuck.” I hear Pearl say and I look out the front window to see what has made my Luna swear. There are lines with little flags in bright pink with their Pack emblem in black on them, there are rows of those little flags everywhere you look and on the side of the road that leads to the Pack-house, there are large hearts in bright pink with the names Nico and Lucy on them in black lettering. The venue behind the Pack-house is even worse and many of the guests are making whispered comments about it.

Chatter? School bells. Her eyes narrowed. A uniform — dark gray with deep crimson accents — was folded neatly on a chair at the corner of the room. Beside it, boots. Combat-style. And a small card with only two words: Get dressed. She tore the note in half and threw it, but even as she did, the door clicked open. Smirk-boy leaned in. “Rise and shine, roommate.” Maren blinked. “Excuse me?” “Dorms are co-ed. Didn’t you read the pamphlet?” He walked in like he owned the room, tossed a shiny key onto her bed, and grinned. “Welcome to Noxshade Academy.”

A low annoyingly amused chuckle echoed through the room. A few seconds later, he sighed dramatically. “You can look now, Ladybug” Slowly, I lowered my hands and although he still had a there wrapped around his waist, he had a black compressed shirt on that basically didn't help hide anything. I let out a nervous laugh as I moved closer to him while he watched me suspiciously as I slapped his shoulder in an awkward friendly manner. “The thing is…” I began awkwardly. “The housing office said there weren't any available female dorm rooms left…”

But, when Killian stopped in front of that very same door which is situated at the end of the pathway and turned the knob, it raked me up in my daydreams and I waited on it to open with a faint groan. "Oh, god. What is that smell..." I automatically scrunched my nose in confusion as before even stepping into the dorm room, my senses was hit with the scent of old socks and sweat. The small room was a mess, clothes and dishes scattered everywhere. When he moved out from my gaze now unblocking my sight to what he's pertaining to, he then revealed two boys sitting across each other. Their bodies were covered in strange symbols drawn in marker and they were chanting some nonsense in monotonous vo

The soft hum of conversations and occasional laughter wafts through the air, creating a sense of community. My dorm room door bears my name in vibrant purple hues, accompanied by delicate vine-like illustrations. In contrast, my cousin Jessy's door remains untouched, marked only by the impersonal numeral "fifty three." While etiquette dictates knocking, Jessy's habit of unceremoniously entering my room prevails. Standing at door fifty three, I disregard the customary courtesy and swing it open.

Not her type at all. Barbie must have seen her reaction because the smaller woman laughed. "Don't bother looking at the mural paintings these girls made to the dorm. They're too girly and giddy. Don't worry, empty rooms are literally empty. You can personalize your room as your own." Chloe just smiled. She already had some ideas for her new room. The dorm's hallways are wider than she expected. There are girls in a group who were occasionally strolling down the hallways and would greet Barbie. Some would blatantly stare at her.