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Showing posts with label The room. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The room. Show all posts

Friday, 1 April 2016

Dirty room 1/4/16



As I trudge into my sister's room I find myself seeing a Place of disasters , The floor is packed with toys, Cloths, Dirty greasy socks and  a horrible smell .The Walls are filled with  Pizza , posters and Books , I found myself looking up at the ceiling and to my surprise there is nothing there.

I go around the room to look around , I see Choker roaches  Scurrying around empty Pizza Boxes and I get a glimpse of  cloths under the bed with pairs of old tatty shoes and a Disgusting smell coming from the closet. I Bolt to observe  what was making the reeking smell. When I get close to open the door knob I catch sight of sports shoes that had been a pair of unhygienic sports shoes. I try to get at a distances from the odor but the bedroom door is out of range.

Instead of the door I flung myself out of the window just in time to overhear the door being swung open by the my mother. I darted my way pass town to find an excuse. When the sun was falling into space I bolted back home to go to slumber asleep.  

From: Mayjah

Wednesday, 23 March 2016

The room 23.3.2016

As I walked into an unknown room I find myself being seeing a realm of my nightmares , The floor  is filled with toys, Cloths, Dirty socks and  a horrible smell , The Walls are filled with  Pizza , posters and Books , I found myself looking up at the ceiling and to my surprise there is nothing there.

I go around the room to look around , I see Choker roaches Scurrying around empty Pizza Boxes and I see cloths under the bed with “ pairs of old shoes and a Disgusting smell coming from the closet. I Bolt to see what was making the  reeking smell. When I get close to open the door knob I see that there had been a pair of unhygienic sports shoes. I try to get away from the smell but the bedroom door is out of range.

Instead of the door I flung myself out of the window just in time to heart the door being swung open by the mother. I dart my way pass time and bolt home to  go to sleep.  

From: Mayjah