I lugged my bags up to my room and collapsed onto the bed. It was on the second floor of the house and the window looked out over the backyard that was shadowed by the surrounding forest. The floor was covered in light grey carpet and the wall painted a plain off white. A dark, wooden bed took up most of the room, pale fairy lights haphazardly thrown along the headboard. Two matching bedside tables sat on either side of the bed and an empty desk sat opposite it.
Project 1: The Carnegie Museum The Carnegie Museum of Art was a museum created to focus on the art of tomorrow rather than already popular art and artists of today. A necessary part for that dream of Andrew Carnegie to become a reality is having a place to house these art
The gray, bland walls still hold my drawings from years ago. Blood scattered around the room adds some color the dull, grey walls and floor. The only source of light comes from a small, prison-like window. There’s no bed or anything. Just emptiness. In the far corner, a chain with blood dripping off it hangs.
Over the first five years of Jack’s life, the room is where he finds safety and comfort. Jack was born in that room and lived with his mother there for the first five years of his life. He got accustomed to it and knew everything about it. Furthermore, you can see Jack showing his childish love to his basic belongings in the following quote. “‘Jack, it’s all frayed and stained from seven years…I can smell it from here. I had to watch you learn to crawl on that rug, to walk on it. You pooed on it once, the soup spilled, I could never get it clean.’ ‘Yeah I was born on her and I was dead in her too.’ ‘Yeah, so what I’d really like to do is throw it in the incinerator.’ ‘No!’” (Donoghue, 305). Some of the very few belongings from the room mean a lot to him and are memorable. For example, a rug is utilized in many different ways in his life. He was born on it and escaped from the room in it. It signifies the beginning and the end of his life in the room. Altogether, Jack finds out who he is by forming personal attachments to the room.
The room was a small room. It had a table on one side with 8 chairs stacked together. The middle of the room was empty with toy bins around the side and back wall. On the back wall there was a little kitchen set with a shopping cart. On the other side there was cubbies for the children, a door to go outside to the playground, a 4-door closet, and a counter that was used for changing diapers. The toys were building blocks, legos, books, cars, dolls, and items that went with the kitchen.
Nestled snuggly into the Blue Ridge Mountains was Ridgecrest, North Carolina. Getting there was no joke seeing as the ears popped every five minutes, but the scenery was beautiful.
Silent. At the edge of the sky there was a magnificent white patch, a turning page, catching the sun. The rest was ivory grey, with a subtle hint of mauve, just enough to announce the coming sunset. Scanning the horizon were the white cotton balls on cerulean satin, with a
It was the night of June 21, 2000 in San Francisco, California and it was a cold, rainy night. Then there was loud, almost an eagle-like shriek. The scream came from out by the porch in front of the house.
Since you have seen the outside I am sure you are dying to see the inside. This room is the main room of the house. As you walk in your door (as I said earlier) will make a very loud creaking sound. When you step into this room the bloodshot
Alcatraz; just the name sends cold chills into everyone’s spine. A tiny island in the middle of the large pacific ocean. Not your typical tropical island with nice beaches and waiters walking around with food and drink in their bright white uniform, ready to serve you. This one has a rocky shore with cold water splashing on it making the horrific sound of death. The screaming noise of a fast wind adding to that is not something anyone ever wants to hear. Morning mist rising from the ocean everyday trying to swallow the whole island is no pretty sight for a prisoner. An island from prisoners can see the beautiful city of San Francisco with its bustling life and sparkling lights while their own life is stuck in dullness and darkness. A pathetic
Welcome to Epoch City, the city of dark hallways and flickering street lights. The creatures here thrive in the shadows, so keep to the lit streets and make sure you have plenty of lighter fluid.
There were college students, families, people that were by themselves, screaming babies and a few senior citizens. The room is fairly large with dinghy white walls that have a
It looks as if it’s the same size as a football field. . As you step in, you immediately sink a couple of inches because of how plush the caramel colored carpet is. The long glamorous chandler hangs from the high vaulted ceilings. Immediately to your left is a marble sink, with silver pull out fixtures and deep sink bowls. On the sink there is an automatic soap dispenser on the right and an automatic hand dryer on the left. Both made of sterling silver. The burnt orange and brown colors on the wall are so bright, it looks like the sun is shinning directly above the room. The walls are covered with many paintings. Some of famous artists that color the walls are Vincent van Gogh, Claude Monet, and Pablo Picasso. Many of the others are from unknown starving artist. To the far right of the room there is a solid wood bar hutch that looks as tall as an oak tree. Any drink that you can think of, is there in that bar.
If I had to choose what my favorite room in my house was, I would say my bedroom. You will be placed on the south east corner of the room in front of the door. You are in a twenty foot in width by fifteen foot in length by eight
My room has many characteristics of which I share; it has many pictures that I have taken, about my friends or other interesting things that I have found. It is the only place that I can make my own, I can be creative and decorate