Funny Dorm Room Flags Novels & Stories

I sank deeper in the soft bed. His room didn't smell of him, I vaguely wondered when the last time he had stayed here was. The room had grey walls with a few posters of Natalie Portman and some fire breathing dragons. The bedpost was black and had 'no me importa una m****a' written on it in red. I frowned at it, it sounded Spanish. Searching it on G****e Translate I wasn't surprised to find its meaning, 'I do not give a shit'. I observed that everything was either grey or black or red. Even his closet was painted black with a weird red design. Luckily the curtains were light blue. There were tables and chairs all black and white. His infatuation with black was starting to worry me now.

In addition, he had a bizarre collection of foil helium balloons trailing behind him, and the latter attracted everyone's attention. They were vivid, some were out and out ostentatious and the vast majority of them either read “Blissful Birthday” or “Cheerful Commemoration” and one horrendously awkward dolphin had the legend "Hooray for SUMMER" decorated across its side, an exceptionally hopeful opinion considering it was July and the center of winter. "Alejandro, brother… " Darren oversaw in a voice that scarcely shuddered with chuckling. "Did you go assaulting every one of the wards in the clinic for those?"

“At least we’ll still have the dorm room to ourselves. He didn’t stick us with any roommates. And even the shitty dorms have private baths so no worrying about showering next to some stranger.” If the pictures were accurate, Jackson and Wren would be stuck in a sardine can of a dorm room with a bathroom the size of a closet. Browsing the college forums warned him that the rooms were hot in the summer and cold in the winter. Jackson was already not looking forward to it. He hated the cold and winter would be coming up quick.

" In an instant, her face went bright red as though she was being strangled. There was a series of mocking chuckles coming from the other end of the call. Theo was not the only person who heard her emotional speech. "I know that girl. She's always trying to seduce guys left and right. She's positively starving for a man's affection." "She's so manipulative and ugly. I knew she was rather sick in the head, but I didn't think she'd be like this while acting all meek and fragile in public." "What rotten luck to have such a roommate."

Meanwhile, Mila and I strutted through like we owned the place, because fake confidence is still confidence. Inside, a guy with a clipboard was assigning dorms. He looked half asleep and fully done with life, but he read our names and handed us each a key. “You two,” he said, pointing with zero enthusiasm, “same dorm. Room 214.” Mila squealed. “Yes! Roomies!” I laughed, actual relief flooding me. At least I wouldn’t be stuck with some random nightmare roommate who collected taxidermy squirrels or something. Mila was my safe space.

He chuckled, shook his head and continued, “Well, about ten days ago one of the girls made a little sign that said ‘Leper Colony’ and hung it beside their door. Let’s see what’s going on now.” With that he rose and led the way down the hall to the girls’ office. Brad and Kim were puzzled, but clearly George and Bill were amused by the whole thing. When they got close, they could see a large white board about two feet by three feet hanging on the wall beside the door.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I should not believe anything random people just tell me or I’d go mental. I shrug, stepping back inside. I’m about to close my door when I notice multiple black vans pull up in front of our dorm. My room is not too far from the open entrance so it gives me a decent view of the happenings outside to a certain degree. Armed men with glass, see-through shields barge out of the vans and make their way inside my dorm. Each of them bang on the doors of each room, screaming the same words loudly. “EVERYONE OUT, OUT, OUT!!”

says Cameron as he cracks a laugh. Beyond the door is a space that's not that different in size from the dorms, though with white-painted walls that have the noon sun coming in from a window it seems to have cooler shades of color and lacks the yellow-tinted wallpaper. The bed has a quilted cloth as a comforter and a plush pillow, and a round carpet of many colors sits on the floor. Some bookshelves with a dresser with a few trophies sitting on top also catch my eye, and looking at them does reveal some impressive results.

Henry arrived an hour later. He was a bespectacled, polite-looking man in his fifties, totally different from the stereotypes I held about specialists. “Sorry to intrude.” Henry looked around once he was inside. “Where’s your roommate?” “She’s in her room.” Henry nodded before squatting down to inspect the entrance with a magnifying glass. “There are marks, alright, and they’re new.” “You don’t look like an amateur folklore specialist. What exactly is your job, Henry?” I asked.

He offered Alexander the beer mug. “Thanks,” Alexander said through a tight smile as he took it. Everyone was dressed pretty casual – jeans, slacks, and plain shirts. There wasn’t one person who didn’t have a drink in their hand. Alexander stepped further into the living room. There was a black and yellow banner over the mantle that said, Same Vagina Forever! There were yellow and black balloons all over the room. The minibar was decorated with balloons tied on the corners and a sign that said, The Man, The Myth, The Legend. The back drop to the bar was now laced in gold fringe curtains. There was a table set up across the room were there appeared to be food and a cake with black and white i