Interminable Rooms Fanart Novels & Stories

I pleaded, and Dad chuckled. “Go on. Git!” He said. Kimi and I grabbed our duffle bags and headed next door. Mina had already raced in and ditched her stuff in Mallory’s room. Kimi and I also just made ourselves at home with a simple, “Hi, Mrs. Braedon!” as we walked in and dumped our stuff in Rose’s room. Her room was pretty nice. It had a white daybed with a trundle for when Kimi and I spent the night, and pale walls. I think Rose called the color lilac. I was colorblind, so I couldn’t tell. She had put up some posters of her favorite bands and actors. Kimi’s room was similar.

He led her in through the door. Her struggle to see through the darkness ceased when Kilian turned on the lights. The bright light flooded the room that looked forsaken for ages. It was a large room equipped with a four-post bed, laced with pink canopy curtains. The pink paint on the walls had faded and there were several art pieces hanging on the walls along with some photo frames that were patterned beautifully. She squinted to get a better look. All the pictures had a girl in common. In all of them, she was laughing. The room was giving teenage vibes. Affluent teenage vibes.

For a brief moment, I wanted to stay here forever. As we walked further, I saw ten doors lined up across from each other. The first door had a doodle of a person with the word H.R. painted beside it. Each door had its own matching artwork. Jarred led me to the room in the middle, marked Meeting Room. It looked like something out of a movie. The walls were painted black, rimmed with soft blue LED lights along the floor and ceiling. The main lights were off, and only the projector lit the room with a soft blue glow. It displayed what looked like a new event layout or draft proposal.

She had turned the room upside down and inside out to no avail and regretted having spent so much time there. The second room was the guest room where Amber was staying in. This room, though more modest could still fit eight kids and easily give them ample space to run around and play. She had checked the room the night she arrived, there was nothing out of ordinary in that room save for the weird abstract painting on the wall. It was a canvas oil painting with an ugly shade of mud brown splattered all over and a single streak of glittering golden paint slashed right across the middle. Amber had no idea what the painting meant but felt that it was an odd thing for someone like Fabian to have

Ten steps in, he stops and presses another three spots. A panel slides open, revealing a keypad. He types in a 10-digit number, and a final door opens up in front of him, magically appearing in the wall. “What the hell?” I say. “Some people have panic rooms. Me… I have secret rooms.” “Why?” “Take a look.” He gestures, and I walk into one of the strangest rooms I have ever seen in my life. It’s an art gallery, sort of. A dozen or so pictures hang on the white walls of the 30x30 room.

Stretch yourself comfortably over a tired body. Looking around, I realized that this was not his room, the room belonged to a person with artistic blood. The main color is white combined with pastel green, creating a cool look to the eyes. Small but not pushy, a great room. Unique paintings, most of which are images of wine bottles rolling but not cluttering on a green grass. He guessed that the owner of the room was very knowledgeable about wine, the details on each type were meticulously carved.

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.

This room feels cozy and inviting, and I can already imagine spending hours here, lost in my books and writing. I move on to the next room, which is painted in a calming shade of blue. The walls are adorned with surf-themed artwork, and there's a surfboard propped up against one corner. The bed is covered in a vibrant, tropical print, and the room is filled with natural light. This room feels like a beach getaway, and I can picture myself waking up to the sound of waves crashing and spending my days exploring the beautiful beaches of Hawaii.

"Did you have anything in mind? The theme, perhaps?" "Not really. My fiancé and I can't seem to decide on the colour," I said. "I can give you our booklet and see if you like anything," the lady said. "Show him the rooms," Marct interjected. "The ones with the mini decors. It'll give him a better idea," "Yes! Of course, we have about fifteen rooms available. Different themes to help you get an idea or a picture. You're welcome to shift things around," "Okay," I said rocking on my feet. "Can I call my fiancé? He couldn't come because of an important meeting. You won't mind if I FaceTime him-"

"But don't you ever bring them into our room again." I jabbed a finger toward the door, my patience hanging by a thread. "Now tell your little fuckmate to get the hell out before I completely lose my temper," I shouted. As though hell itself had been unleashed, they scrambled out of the room one after another, leaving only Raihan and me behind in the suffocating silence.