The Room - Original Writing

And all of a sudden we hear the high winds screeching creepily from outside our house, the branches were loudly scratching and scraping against the house loudly. As I looked around I got more and more freaked out. There were boxes everywhere creating shadows from our flashlight and creating darkness that the flashlight couldn't fill. My entire family was scared, as scared as a chipmunk would be if a lion was in it’s tree. My Dad was searching for something in a sea of darkness, my mom trying to comfort my now crying siblings with a horrifying worried look on her face and me thinking to myself, When will it be done, what damage will it do and Oh No. As I thought I heard something crack from outside of my house, and then

It was very late and everyone was asleep, I lay on a cot in the middle of a room surrounded by lots of other cots with many other girls like me sleeping on them. I left the room, against rules, but that was the least of my problems. Instead of seeing the old stained wooden hallway in front of me I saw grass...long tall green grass and a few trees in the distance. I looked around me and to my surprise I must have only been a few inches tall. I looked up but instead of seeing my white ceiling I saw a gray sky. I was so confused and scared, I turned around to run straight back into my room, but there was only grass and trees behind me to. The door was gone there were no walls, I was not in Miss. Bridget's Home for Girls in New Jersey. I stood still for a moment pinching my self seeing if I was dreaming, but even if it was a dream it was not working. I stared walking slowly, everything was quiet, no animals, no people for that matter, nothing except for the

Harvey Milk once said “it takes no compromising to give people their rights. It takes no money to respect the individual. It takes no survey to remove repressions.” He lived in a time when there was discrimination of homosexuals and he experienced it; being the first gay man elected to Board of Supervisors in San Francisco. In the 1940’s and 50’s homosexual people were discriminated it was viewed as a disease and was described as “sociopathic personality disturbance. Homosexual activities were illegal and people were imprisoned for having consensual sex with another man. Despite the dangers and difficulties, homosexual people found a way to meet and confide in themselves. Most wrote books as a way to express themselves; it gave

James Baldwin once said, “Everybody 's journey is individual. If you fall in love with a boy, you fall in love with a boy. The fact that many Americans consider it a disease says more about them than it does about homosexuality. ” From the moment babies are born, most parents treat boys and girls differently. One study says that parents have different expectations for boys and girls as early as 24 hours from birth, according to Susan D. Witt of the University of Akron. According to healthychildren.org, infants become aware of their sex within in the first year of life. Between ages 1 and 2, children begin to notice the physical differences between males and females, and typically by their third birthday they are able to easily identify themselves as a boy or a girl. People are faced with many obstacles that alter their life. Just like the many controversies in society, “Giovanni’s Room” by James Baldwin discusses a young man being gay in a society and a family who are simply not ready to accept his sexual orientation and neither does he. This fiction also emphasizes the battle that he faces with self-acceptance. Gender identity and American norms in society is widely discussed almost every day. Americans are becoming more open and accepting of the LGBT community, as well as against the LGBT community.

Rion calmed from his night terror easily, and he and Percival went back to sleep. When morning arrived, Rion shot out of bed with a grin, full of his typical energy. He had no memory of his tears and screaming the previous night, which was just as well; the boy deserved peace after all the heartache he had weathered.

I woke with a start. My eyes sprung open, but I could not see anything. It was pitch black. My eyes began to adjust and I heard very loud, unfamiliar voices. They were yelling at my parents. I don’t know exactly what they were saying, but we were in trouble. My mother started to cry, and there was

The morning was cold cause the Furnace did not work which probably the reason the houses pay requirement was so low to buy. I got but of course my parents were gone to work already so I though maybe to Facebook my friends in Florida but my father did not know how to start the wifi so i proceeded into the basement to hook the network up. As i slowly stepped down the steep old stairs i began to see an array of board games very amused I tried to grab one but then a very dark feeling came over me and I felt way too sick to move. I lie there on the floor crying praying for the moment to end. Just then I awoke in the car with all of the luggage on our way the our cozy new yorkers

I heard the door shut and felt like I was alone, it was still pitch black so I was not sure of it. As the time passed it began to get hotter as if I were in a sauna, I began to sweat and panic. After approximately thirty minutes he had come back in the room but I didn’t just hear one but two voices speaking, I was not able to understand what they were discussing, all I heard was mumbling. As I was trying to eavesdrop on their conversation before I could hear anything they had begun to drag me to another place I was not sure of. I began to wonder why I was not able to see anything but pitch black until I had remembered something very important. I was so caught up with being very frightened that I had forgotten that I was born without my

Its getting late and i didn't know what to do. I've been sitting in my cozy room down stairs with my tv and phone in my hand for what seems like hours but have couldn't be because I just ate dinner. I can hear everyone's footsteps and low voices above my head going down the stairs right now. Getting up off my bed and turning off my tv i hear my dad call for me. i take off my sweatshirt and put my shoes on. I turn my light off and walk out the door down the bright hallway.

Our first experience of this old English term came about not as secrets in a person’s past but in a house! Over the years, we have lived in a variety of old homes that embody the history of many families and diverse activities. Among those homes was an old three-story English-style rooming house in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan that was owned by the Anglican Theological College of Emmanuel and St. Chad. Shirley and I had a “flat” on the third floor with four single girls living above us and a single eligible theological professor/Priest below us! Not only were the upper floors busy but we also had a presence living in the basement that from time to time would enter into our community life. Special care was taken by all of us to ensure we did not have a prankster amongst us so we made sure to ascertain that the occurrences were confirmed by more than one person and that they had happened more than one time to different people. Often we would hear the horn on my bicycle give a blast at different times of the day. Something or someone had to squeeze the rubber bulb to force the air through the reed on that horn! During a small dinner party hosted by the professor, the pictures on the wall shifted on their nails, and there was no vibration on the floors from music, dancing, or any kind of enthusiastic activity! More than one person experienced someone answer a phone call to the

I woke up in a dark, cold room that seemed to be made out of metal. I had no idea what had happened before i had gotten there. I thought maybe I was in a dream, a very real dream. I had gotten up and felt a sharp pain in my chest and my leg. I looked around for a door but failed to find one. I kept looking but all I felt was just cold metal all around the room. As I was looking a loud bang and scream came from the outside. I heard it again and decided to walk toward the banging and screaming. I had gotten to the source of the sound and waited to hear it again. There was nothing. I had stood there for a solid 5 minutes but there was still nothing. I begin to walk away until suddenly i felt a hand grab ahold of my jacket and yank me through the wall. I went through the wall as if i was a ghost and fell onto a hardwood floor. Was this my house I thought, no it can’t be, how could it be. I walked around the

The yellow room rested peacefully at the end of the hall. Yellow had been my cousin’s favorite color. Nerla’s favorite color. The twins, Ellery and Nerla’s older brothers, told me she loved the sun so much, she wanted to live in it. That 's where her fascination with wanting to be an astronaut stemmed from, in hopes that one day, just one day she 'd be able to live inside the sun. She used to carry it on her back wherever she went, beam rays of light onto the petals of flowers and onto people 's faces, the twins always used to say. My aunt attested to that as well. My uncle just didn 't ever want to talk about it.

Fear rushed over my body as I tried to escape, but the doors have already shut. I screamed and banged on the door begging for some kind of help when suddenly, it came to a complete stop. The doors opened and I stepped out curiously. Dumbfounded, I stared at where I was trying to put together where I might be. I saw my old home from when I was a child. I ran inside my house to see what was going on inside. Once I was inside I saw that nobody was home, and nothing was there. I don’t remember this day from my past. I searched the house for anything, but it was like no one lived here, like my family never existed. I stood still hoping for something or someone to show up, to hear a sound, but nothing happened.

SCR-EE-CH! There was that eerie noise again. I just had to see what it was. I opened the door and gasped! There was nothing only a portrait of my best friend. I try not to remember him, it's only on certain nights, whenever I’m alone in my room that I remember… It was last year when my friend asked me to stay at his house overnight. He lived in a big, gloomy house far away from the city, and he didn't want to be alone there at night, his parents had gone out that night and wouldn't be back until the next morning. He said we could have a really good time without his parents around, so I decided to stay. We watched TV and ate pizza in the living room until late at night. all a sudden the power went out, we were in total darkness and we got scared, we could only find one candle. We started to go upstairs, then all of a sudden we both ran up the stairs to my friend’s room as if someone was coming up from behind us. After entering the bedroom I slammed the door shut, then we laughed at each other. We lay on the bed talking for a time in the candle’s weak light. When suddenly we thought we heard something coming from downstairs. It sounded like somebody was sharpening a knife against a stone, then we heard another sound like someone moving around the house, from one room to another, back and forth, back and forth. We both stopped talking and stared at each other, feeling really scared inside.

When I woke there was a loud thud. I jump up. The room was pitch black and I couldn 't see a thing. I try to find the lamp puting my hand on the desk feeling for it. When I turned it on there was a scream downstairs. I jump out of bed pushing the box off the desk. I nearly trip running to the stairs. I keep my hand on the railing making it halfway there until I hear the familiar noise of ticking. The light downstairs was the only thing I could see besides a dark silhouette of man holding a woman by her neck. I cover my mouth. I see the man throw the women to the side and hear a crash again. My heart was beating so hard I thought he could hear it. My grip on the rail tightens as I slowly make my way back up the stairs. I barely make it to