Interminable Rooms Novels & Stories

By the time we finally reached the Erelim's room, I was certain of it. He hadn't been lying about the state of the room, but to call it messy had been an understatement. To call it a room had been misleading. I was sure it was a room, or had been at some point, but if it had walls, I could see none, or at least none that resembled actual walls. In fact, I could barely see anything, apart from all manner of junk packed into every available space, piled high up to the ceiling. Stacks of wooden chairs, boxes, old TV sets, saucepans, books, piles of newspapers. It was a hoarder's paradise. I shrank back from touching anything, in fear it might all collapse like one big domino chain and I'd get c

Meaning he points at things without any interest in being helpful. “That’s a door.” “Incredible.” “That’s a hallway.” “You should be charging people for this.” “And that’s a wall. Very vertical. Architects are wild.” We pass what seems like seventeen identical rooms. Luxe, cool and e enormous. He explains none of it. “This is the sitting room. People sit here.” “Shocking.” “This is the other sitting room. People also sit here, but they do it richer.”

I followed the two men who led me down a corridor, stopping in front of a red door. One of the men addressed me. "This door connects to ten rooms. You have fifteen minutes to get out of all the rooms. All you have to do is find the key out of each of them. Each room carries a wall clock that displays how much time you have left. Good luck, Alpha Jaris Dreadmoor." The door opened and a bright light greeted my face. I walked in without hesitation, bearing at the back of my mind that I had a minute and thirty seconds to get out of each room.

She said doing three claps on her hands after saying the words. “We would like to inquire about your rooms." Kenzo said. "Oh, here's our room's list, Sir." Karen said. "We have many rooms you can choose from. There's our Marriage Room, Couple Room, Court Room, and last but the least, the Fling Room." Karen said with a smile on her face.

Crimson fiddles with the bunch of keys once again, the clinking of objects against each other disturbing the girl's sensitive ears. The room they are in is sterile, empty, and without color or smell. The white walls and equally white floor welcome the pair. The only thing that is certainly noticeable are the bars of the cell at the back of the room. And sitting with her knees close to her chest was Margaret's murderer. Crimson once again mutters: "Anything, call me." He closes the door. Emanuele takes two steps toward the bars, the sound of her shoes echoing through the room.

“Yeah, I read up on that too.” “Well, Miranda, that practice has been dead for centuries now,” Lazarus pointed out. “Most of the rooms are still dirty with blood stains so only these four are available to use.” he pointed to the four yellow doors. “So go on and pick your rooms.” They finally made it to the end of the hall where it seemed a lot cleaner and comfortable. There was a couch sitting by the window big enough for a dozen people. The chandelier hung low with beautiful crystals and gold ornaments while the walls were painted in a striking bright green colour. “Well, obviously Shelly and I must have one for ourselves,” Duran spoke while pulling Shelly in the first bedroom he saw, slamm

With her eyes changing from sapphire green to deep blue, she started her work. Tea looked around herself again. Now she was not in the brown, dilapidated house. Instead, she seemed to be in a Chinese-styled chamber. Still standing, in the corner of her eye, she could spot a bed made of dark brown oakwood. It had such amazing flying bird designs she was almost fooled into thinking the birds were really flying. She had to rub her eyes more than once just to make sure she was not dreaming. There was no one in the bed but she did not dare move from where she was standing.

Past where his assistants worked was his office. There was a space to meet people and deal with business matters—but the real highlight was his secret room. That room meant the world to Matthew. He said it was his only spot to catch his breath in the busy, money-scented world of finance. I was the only one allowed in. It was our little secret—one of the perks of being his wife. Whenever I came to get him, I would hang out in that room until he was done with work. It had my favorite books, the art we had picked out together, and a liquor cabinet that only I had the code to.

"They are all in other rooms. There are a total of thirty-two rooms in this hall. They form a circle, and the one in the middle is the stage. "But there is no host on the stage, and it's an intelligent auction. "Do you know why each room has a huge glass wall? It's convenient to see the treasures. "You can see the outside clearly from here, but they can't see the inside from the outside." Courtney couldn't help but feel a little envious when she heard her best friend's introduction. If only her five older brothers were willing to bring her here to see the world... In Room 1, Green stood next to Ronan, and said respectfully, "Mr. Lucero, the Heart Tonic Weed, as the finale of the auction, wil