Room: A Novel By Emma Donoghue 소설 & 이야기

"Come up. It smells like death down there." Noah dragged his suitcase the last flight, his shoulder already sore. The flat had uneven wooden floors and ceiling beams that would decapitate anyone taller than average. It was surprisingly clean. A big window faced the street. His room — the smaller one — was barely wider than the bed, but the radiator worked and the window locked. He dropped his bags, sat on the edge of the mattress, and let the silence stretch. Not real silence, though — never that. Just the soft murmur of wind and footsteps and the echo of everything he hadn't said to anyone in months.

People are laughing too loud, lights flashing red and gold; the fun kind of chaos. The Velvet Room is filled with music and laughter — low lights, dark velvet seats, and a scent that’s equal parts whiskey, perfume, and sin. I step inside, my coat brushing against someone’s arm, I move past a couple pressed against the wall, past a group of men in suits nursing whiskey like the world depends on it. For a second, I stand in an empty spot, letting my eyes adjust to the dim glow. Then I see Emma. I’m taken aback for a bit.

It was a subdued affair punctuated by half-hearted attempts at conversation that petered away as soon as they began since both parties involved ate with the single-mindedness of starved piranhas, and when they finished Camille gathered up their bowls for washing, meeting Milo in the bathroom where they brushed their teeth and headed to bed together. He shut off the lamp and the entire room was plunged into darkness, making shapes of shadows and the sounds of New York at night more evident. It crossed her mind that she hadn’t even gotten around to showing him her latest design. Side by side they lay, bodies scarcely touching, and yet a growing heat was stealing into Camille that created an aw

We reach the door, and I push it open, guiding her inside. What was once a plain room is now transformed into a haven for her. The room is filled with bookshelves that line the walls, each one crammed with books of romance and smut. A cozy reading nook is situated by the window, complete with a large, comfortable armchair and a soft throw blanket. A plush rug covers the wooden floor, and a warm, inviting color palette of deep greens and rich browns gives the space a calming, intellectual ambiance. There’s a small desk in the corner for writing or studying, and soft lighting fixtures ensure the room is always well-lit but never harsh. A few framed prints of her favourite literature and inspir

Georgina chuckled and agreed, appreciating Emma's lightheartedness. Georgina could see Emma make her way to a door as she instructed her to follow suit. “C’mon. Lucky for you we have a spare room and I’m taller so my clothes can fit you”. Emma opened the door to the room and as Georgina followed her slowly into the room. The room emanated a sense of comfort and relaxation, with soft lighting, plush blankets, and inviting seating. The warm colors and natural textures created a soothing ambiance.

Roommate needed: Male or female, doesn’t smoke, tidy, can cook tasty meals is a plus, minds their business – I scoffed at the roommate ad, is he looking for a roommate or does he want a maid? I folded the paper into my bag as I walked into the bank to clear out all the money from me and Marty’s joint account, ten thousand dollars, it was nothing much but it was enough to get me started on a new life.

*The Room" As Emma regained consciousness, she found herself in a small, dark room. She was lying on a cold floor, and her head was pounding with pain. She tried to remember how she got there, but her memories were hazy. Emma struggled to sit up, her head spinning with dizziness. She leaned against the wall, trying to catch her breath. As she looked around, she realized that the room was tiny, with no windows and only one door. The walls were made of cold, grey concrete, and the air was musty and damp. Suddenly, she heard footsteps outside the room. The door creaked open, and a figure stood in the doorway. Emma couldn't see their face, but she could sense their presence. The figure was tall

There weren’t too many people who would want to be in a room near the Jogging Path Killer if they could help it. The nurse was short, but she was fast, and in her current condition, Abby had a little bit of trouble keeping up with her. She hurried down to the end of the adjacent hallway and threw open the door to a small, private room. “This work for you, honey?” she asked. The room was only about eight by six, but it had a bed in it and it was dark. “Perfect,” Watson replied. “Thanks a lot...Sally,” she said, glancing down at the nurse’s badge.