Funny Dorm Room Flags Novels & Stories

“Don't be scared or puzzled… I stalked the roommate list and I like your vibe. It’s giving.. Haunted librarian meets undercover witch.” I blinked hard and confused. “Uhm… is that a compliment?” “Totally.” The moment we stepped into our dorm room, I couldn’t help but stare in awe. The room looked like a fairy detonation on one side with posters, donut-shaped pillows, strings of lights everywhere. While my half had a duffel bag and a box of books. Typical. She continued talking while unpacking.. about rapid-fire facts about professors, traditions, even which bathrooms had the best mirrors.

It was one of those nights in our dorm when the stress of lectures and assignments took a backseat to pure, unfiltered silliness. The common room in our girls’ dorm was dimly lit by a string of fairy lights and the soft glow of a desk lamp, and our playlist was cranked up just loud enough to drown out the distant hum of campus life. I sprawled on my bed, textbooks temporarily forgotten, as my best friends, Favour and Gift, made themselves at home on the beanbag and floor cushions.

Andrew agreed. “Do you know what dorm Dante was talking about? I know Dorm A and B are filled to capacity, Dorm C is a women’s dorm, Dorm D is a family dorm, and Dorms E through H aren’t finished. Dorm I is the most complete but still needs some last-minute stuff done.” “Fuck me! Hold on. Can you hand me one of those walkie-talkies?” Andrew asked as he shook his head. I pulled one of our walkie-talkies out of the charging base and handed it to Andrew.

Green explained dutifully as they walked. The dormitory area is designed to look like a miniature house from a cartoon, and it is quite adorable. Camille escorted them to one of the rooms and unlocked the door. That is not a good thing. There are two cartoon beds and a bathroom in the room. There are two sets of cupboards, boxes, slippers, quilts, and other similar items in the house. It is a two-child dormitory.

She was also distressed. Those four coughed, embarrassed. “Anyhoo, do you see the difference between the flags?” Teal cleared her throat and brazenly continued her lesson. Zombie was laughing at her side but was ignored. Mandrill Monkeys were enjoying every bit of their banter at the back. Obviously, Joker and Bunny weren’t included. They had settled next to Shadow. “Who knows which one Bulteo’s flag?” She continued the lesson. Two flags were identical with a tiny distinction whereas the other one was completely different.

"Something like that. Show me your room, big man." He led the way, showing us around. Josh's dorm room was a typical guy cave—posters of bands and sports stars taped crooked on cinderblock walls, unmade bed piled with hoodies, a mini-fridge humming in the corner, and takeout boxes stacked like trophies. His roommate was out, thank God, so it was just us three squeezing into the tight space. Josh flopped onto his desk chair, spinning it like a kid, while Olek leaned against the dresser and I perched on the bed's edge, the Coke sweating in my hand.

The girls showed me around our dorm. It was more like a micro home with a small kitchen, a big sitting room and three mini bedrooms. The girls had taken the liberty to repaint the entire dorm in the most devastating color they could have pulled, pink. Not that I expected any less or more from an elf and a fae. Thankfully they left my room unpainted and I was welcomed with the calming aura of light lilac walls when I walked in. I dropped my bags onto the hardwood floor of my new dorm room, the thud echoing faintly in the small space. Exhaustion clung to me like a second skin, every muscle aching from the long journey from Hatchville

I ask what they’re studying, and they shrug. “Social work,” they say. “It comes with permanent emotional damage, but it’s rewarding.” I can’t help laughing. The hallway opens into a wider space with tall windows. They point toward a door with a small rainbow flag taped beside it. “That’s us,” they say. They push the door open and hold it for me. I step inside, expecting something formal rows of chairs, a podium, a sign-in sheet maybe. Instead, it feels like walking into a group chat in physical form. People sit on mismatched chairs or cross-legged on the floor, music plays from someone’s speaker but keeps cutting to notifications, and a whiteboard is absolutely being vandalized with doodles

“Thanks, me too.” He takes my futon. “Your room is up here.” We walk up the steps to the fourth floor, where there are two doors. The first door is labeled “O’Donnell”. Raven opens the one labeled “Black”. We pile in. “Surprise?” Dominic says hopefully. He and Fleming are standing inside my unlocked dorm room, which is newly painted and full of furniture that doesn’t belong to me. “What’s happening here?” I ask warily.

Maria said to herself and went to her dorm again. ... City B: The room had the late Army Generals' pictures and their country's flags at every corner of the room and also on the big wooden table which was placed ahead of a big glass window. The table was neat with only a few things like a prestigious telephone, an inkpot, a pen, a lamp, and a small mat beneath the flag stand. There was one more thing, a nameplate and ‘General Liam Walker’ was boldly engraved on it.