Make Room For Gloom Novels & Stories

For six months I renovated the condo where my fiancé and I were supposed to begin our married life. Grant said he was buried in a project. My brother said he was always traveling. My best friend said something had come up at home. Not one of them had time to lend a hand. The night before I moved in, they covered my eyes and told me someone I would never guess had come back to warm the place for me. The door opened, and there was Serena Cole, a childhood friend I hadn’t seen in years, wearing my slippers and rushing at me with a smile. “Surprised?” I was. Until she said, offhand, “These past few days I couldn’t have managed without Grant helping me pick a mattress, Owen carrying my bags,

My skin prickled as my eyes scanned the space, searching for an answer that refused to come. Black and gray. Who paints a room in such dark, brooding shades? The walls loomed around me, their deep tones absorbing the dim glow of the moonlight filtering through the massive windows. It felt cold, almost suffocating, as if the room itself carried a heavy, untold story.

The room seemed to shrink around me suffocating any sense of hope I had left. Shadows danced maliciously on the walls accentuating the unknown horrors lurking in the corners. The air turned heavy and stale as if it carried the weight of my despair. My tear-stained face glistened in the dim light that managed to penetrate the room's oppressive darkness. Trembling, I wrapped my arms tightly around myself desperate for a glimmer of warmth and comfort. But all I found was the cold hard reality of my situation.

When it finally ended, Raymond closed his laptop and let out a long breath. He stood up and peeled off his dress shirt, revealing the hard lines of his chest and arms. He walked into the walk-in closet to change and stopped. The space where Marilyn’s clothes had been was now empty. She already moved everything. For a heartbeat, something tightened in his chest. He wasn’t sure if it was anger or disappointment. He changed into black silk pajama bottoms and returned to the massive bed. The silence felt heavier than usual.

“Some for the better. Some... not.” His confession should have frightened me, but instead, it drew me closer. The room was shrouded in a gloom that seemed to seep from the very walls, the flickering candlelight casting eerie shadows that danced and twisted in the corners. The storm outside raged on, thunder rumbling like the distant growl of a restless beast, and the rain lashed against the windows in a relentless, hypnotic rhythm. Martha sat across from Victor, the air between them thick with unspoken words and simmering tension.

Fear gripped my heart as I took in my surroundings. The room was a grotesque sight, reminiscent of nightmares. Cold stone walls, covered in moss and dampness, enclosed me. The air was heavy with the scent of decay, making it difficult to breathe. Feeble rays of light seeped through a small, grated window, casting eerie shadows across the floor.

“I’m sorry… did you kick out our stuff?” “No, sir. They’re all untouched in your room” “Okay. We would like to extend our stay” “Until when sir?” “Just until tomorrow” “Okay, let me just encode that…” After a while, she told me that it was all done. “Thank you, sir” As I entered the room, gloominess and silence welcomed me. The room feels so dull, quiet, and empty and it somehow triggers the memories of her that this room holds. [SIGH]

The door closed with a soft click, leaving me alone with my tumultuous thoughts and the oppressive silence that followed. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying not to think about what he would say to Glory, or how she would react. I knew I would have to be patient and wait for the right moment to play my next card. The room felt colder without him, and the silence that had once been welcoming now felt threatening.

DREAM OFF ** Startled by the howling wind that breaches the open doors, I jolt awake. The room is bathed in an eerie glow from the moonlit night. Anxiety courses through me as I sit up, searching for Liam in the shadows. To my dismay, his side of the bed is empty... The wind whispers through the room, and the billowing curtains add a surreal touch to the silence. A sense of foreboding tightens my chest as I rise, shivering, to close the windows. The night air is chill, but the coldness seeping into my bones is more than the absence of warmth.

com/entry/sometimes-feeling-lonely-makes-you-stronger_b_59308d21e4b062a6ac0ace3a ___________________________________________________________________________ 14 / 11 / 2021 I feel myself roll my eyes in the nightmare that I am currently in. It is a nightmare I have seen myself in over and over again. I am in a dark room , the only light hangs above my head. I am kneeing on the ground , my knees scrapped from being dragged on them. I look down and see that white dress hugging my curves in all the right places. My skin is glowing with an amazing holy glow , a angelic aura is given off my me – I watch and feel it fill up the room ,making the dark room cozy.