Interminable Rooms Novels & Stories

“No, I’d like to borrow the room.” I lower the papers, glancing up at him in surprise. “Oh, really?” He nods. “No questions asked. That’s the rule, right?” “Tank too?” I ask, wondering if I’ll need a cleanup crew when he’s done. And I don’t mean the usual cleanup crew the private rooms need. He nods. “Sensory deprivation is part of the deal, right?” “It is. When do you need it?” Though there are five of the rooms he’s looking for, four of them are on permanent retainer and unusable except by the people who pay exorbitant fees to have twenty-four seven access to them.

He kept walking. Room 214 was on the second floor of an older building where the halls were too narrow and the air smelled like dust and wet stone. He paused outside the seminar room. Through the leaded glass door, he could hear voices. Laughter. A debate. Someone quoting Rilke. He stepped inside. The room had tall windows with cold light spilling through. Old wooden desks arranged in a rough circle. Books piled on a side table. The professor — a thin man with a coffee stain on his sweater and a gaze like a crow — nodded to him without interrupting the discussion.

MAYALINA May 14th 2018 I pick up the large sack of rubbish from the bar, fling it over my shoulder and wobble my weak butt to the back entrance where the large skip bins are. I walk through the halls and look into the rooms as I pass them by. All the doors are open except the room that used to be mine. Things have been really slow on our side of the wing lately. It's like we've all dispersed for our own painful reasons.

The fantastic thing was that it seemed that hundreds of pages and books appeared with each passing moment as if they appeared at the same pace as the writers wrote them. - It seems like every book in the world has a copy here. - I've never seen so many books together. Look at the size of this room, it's huge. – Lucifron looks at Gary. – I think we did it. This room is different from the others. It's immense. And there are no doors, there are only arches leading to other sides. - 3 in total. Which do we choose? Lucifron grunge. - I'm tired of doors, choices, and more doors with more choices. Anyone's fine by me.

Umalingawngaw sa buong silid ang anunsyo na iyon. “You will pass three consecutive rooms. The Carnage, The Apparition, and the Tribunal of Penance. With every room, a great amount of recruits will be taken out until there are only 12 remaining. There are 76 recruits in total, and within an hour and thirty minutes, you must be able to eliminate as many opponents as possible.” The metal door opened and some guys wearing red hoods entered the room, pushing a cart covered with a wide white cloth. There were a total of five carts.

She leans her head backwards and nods. Walking up the stairs, due to the broken elevator, she huffed out frustrated on getting to her room. The almost empty space welcoming her, she had tried her best to fill out the space but being the type to always place things in order, there was nothing more to do than accept it. Plopping down on her bed, her auburn hair sprawled out behind her, she watched the ceiling, the white light hanging from it flashing into her eyes. Not bothered a bit, she closed her eyes, falling back into the trance she was in twenty minutes ago.

against the nape of my neck as he rocked deep and unhurried, like we had centuries instead of just this lifetime. We did have all the time now. No more rigid schedules. No more library shifts bleeding into exhaustion. The Room of Ecstasy still waited upstairs in the main house, cameras discreetly tucked away, velvet cushion spotlit, coils of jute and leather neatly arranged. It was us deciding, every single time, how filthy or how tender we wanted to be.

The system’s voice boomed overhead. “Attention all Players, please proceed to a rest quarters. Rooms are available on the third, fourth, and fifth floors. Each room can only be occupied by two players. You have two minutes to enter a room, or become food for the night howler. I heard they are particularly hungry this year.” The ground beneath us vibrated. A glowing timer ignited in the sky. “02:00." Sylvia’s eyes widened. “We have two minutes?!” My stomach dropped. “Countdown initiated,” The system snarled.

Creeeeak… 🌑 ⸻ 🌙 The Room That Shouldn’t Exist The room beyond was impossible. 😱 It was much larger than the mansion itself. Far larger. Almost endless. The laws of reality didn’t seem to apply here. 💀 Rows of shelves stretched into darkness. Thousands upon thousands of shelves. Each holding hundreds of old notebooks. 📚 Some looked decades old. Some looked ancient. Some looked brand new. 🌙 At the center of the room stood a giant grandfather clock.

The door unlocks and I walk inside. The glass cells line both sides of the room. The room is white, clean and sterile. These cells are strong enough to hold a dragon. So two weak humans won’t be able to break free. Each cell is enchanted with magic and the glass is unbreakable. The only way in or out is if a member of the Supernatural Council opens them. Each cell has hidden cameras. Plus the cameras in the hallway. This place has been dubbed the Eerie. Completely impregnable.