The Secret Room Essays

I have always been the adventurous type, I always sneak out of my window that's above my parents room and walk through the forest and lay in the field behind my house. The sky was mesmerizing after dark with the stars and the clouds. Laying on the ground, looking up into the sky, and trying to figure out what object the stars formed is relaxing to me. Almost every day my parents are yelling at my older sister, so I can get away with anything. I could walk out the front door at eleven o’clock at night

rushed out and left the door open,” she scolded. “And it wasn’t the first time, either.” Filled with enough courage to put the cell phone away, she swallowed to drown the thumping in her chest, pushed the door and stepped into the darkness of her living room. “I’m home!” she yelled, then went dead silent. The street lamp outside created menacing, bulky figures out of the furniture. The stillness revealed nothing.Jessie slid her pale, slender hand along the wallpaper until she felt the light switch and

intimacy room. This adult bedroom with bathroom, dressing room and sometimes with office or lounge, is landscape according to his notion of comfort. Spacious attic, ambiance zen room or modern decor, Decorative Cool offers 10 ideas on parental dream that will make you crack! The master suite, it is already dreaming! The master suite is a concentrate of comfort and privacy. This deco adult room helps to create a very quiet room in the house. And to make it even more cocooning room, different

As my dog Kaylee and I are taking an evening walk, she suddenly stops at the beginning of a driveway. She stares at the house, glances back at me, and then continues to stare at the house. I tug on her leash, signaling her to keep moving, but she doesn’t budge. Instead of forcing her to follow me, I remember I am leaving for college soon, so I also stop to stare at the house and start to reminisce. A two-story white house built in 1832 stands on 2.5 acres of land in the small town of Granville

Well it was nice to meet you ,see you soon.” he smiled and waved me off. I waved back and walk back to my apartment. I went straight through my door and got a drill from one of the unpacked boxes in the living room and went right into my room which was one of the only room unpacked> took the drill and drilled a big hole right through the paper thin walls. I drilled a hole just because I am going to watch him every night till I finally kill him! I will kill him period! I can't deal with this

The Machine” under it. Departing the mud room, sunshine and warmth always

Walking out of the locker room laughing we run into Madison and I nearly knock her over. “Whoa slow down champ,” she eyes me skeptically and turns to Frankie, “hey,” she smiles. “Hey sweetie,” Frankie grins and pulls her off, “come on let's go I got a special night planned for us

The private sanctuary of Alexander Kees Bomgardner is one of solitude, one that has revealed it 's secrets to only those who need know what lays inside. The sleeping quarters, with the minimum space needed for each inhabitant along with a few personal effects and garbs. Identity Wall fills near half of the wall space, under which the sanctuary 's writing desk resides. The history of the inhabitants are held on the Shelves of Childhood Passed, alongside the currently used Tools Present. All of these

The smell of cedar and dusting powder made me smile. Momaw always kept her secret treasures in her old, cedar wardrobe. Once in awhile, she would open it up and let me play in her hats, robes, and shoes. I felt like a queen in her clothes. I opened the box of Emeraude dusting powder - the only scent she ever wore - and rubbed

carpet. The blooms indifferent to heavy steps. He saw the hallway as a reflection cast in dual mirror and extended into infinity. He brushed his hand on each door handle, touched every possibility, and walked, forever, until he reached the door to her room. Daniel placed his hand on the small of her back. His t-shirt, still wet, stuck to his chest and emphasized his stomach’s bulge, not fat, but full from a month without exercise. The scent of chlorine invaded his nostrils. He squinted patriotic

The furniture in the living-room, orange under the lamplight, reflected the character of its owner: neat, solid and reliable, with a mild touch of eccentricity. Practical without being dull, tasteful but not vain, motley yet tidy, and fairly lit except for a puzzling dark, secret corner behind the doctor’s armchair. Reclined on the sofa with a glass of malt in his hand, a shirt-sleeved Morse eyed Dr DeBryn with a certain curiosity and a little envy: the man always looked awfully comfortable in his

normal Monday for Charles Wiggins. He woke up, got out of bed, and went downstairs to eat some breakfast. His mom said, “Hey bedhead.” He replied, “Good morning Mom,” as he yawned. He ate a quick Frosted Flakes breakfast, then ran up to his room to get dressed. Then he ran back downstairs to feel how the weather was outside. Of course, it was freezing cold. So cold, he thought he lived at the North Pole. As the bus came to a stop at his house, he ran outside to hop on to the bus. He thought

else. Connor locked arms with me and sent me a weak smile. I sent one back as we made our way to history. ♊♊♊♊♊ (+) My hands started clamming up as I walked into the familiar classroom. I sat at a desk in the second row in the front of the class room. When Candace entered I gave her an I'm-going-to-do-it look. She nodded and took a seat not too far from me. Chatter started in the class since Orion hadn't arrived yet. I tapped my almond shaped acrylic nails on the table repeatedly as I shook my

ears when I walk into the factory. The cold, bitter air greeted my face, making me shudder with feelings of confusion and shock. I stood at the corner of the room watching everyone work, my feet stuck to the ground, I started to examine the details of the room.The creamy white and gray wall wraps the room in its possession, cramming the room more than it already is. My inner claustrophobic was channeling through. Many workers scurry around the tiny working space to start off the day. Supervisors rush

teeth and gums as she frolicked down Main Street sent me to my happy place—at least, for a time—until Mason shattered in the splintered reality room full of mirrors and I became ensnared inside the topsy-turvy fun house’s sapphire arena and had to eat my way through an entire wall of blue cotton candy. Luckily, we made it out alive before we unlocked another room packed with brain-teasing trickery. I was bloated and Mason walked like he’d been chug-a-lugging the fun house happy juice. When Zander saw

indication that someone was going to follow me upstairs and show me to my room, and thankfully, no one did. When I reached the top of the stairs, I realized why no one accompanied me. Kaija had left only one of the bedrooms open, indicating which room now belonged to me. I made my way to the room as fast as I could without arising suspicion from my housemates downstairs, and once I was finally in the confines of my new room, I shut the door and let my body slide to the ground behind it. The words

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight was written in the fourteenth century by an anonymous author, commonly known as the Pearl Poet. Although this story derives from a single copy or manuscript— which additionally includes Pearl, Patience, and Purity— it has become one of the most widely read Arthurian Romances ever produced. This is mainly because the story itself successfully incorporated courtly love, chivalry, romance, and a plethora of meaningful symbols that resonated with the people of this era

Have you ever kept a secret? I’m not talking about when someone tells you something and you keep it to yourself it’s more like when you know something that no one else knows and telling someone about it takes away from your pleasure, from your secret. One man kept a huge secret for 33 years it was a secret that changed the face of the U.S. politics, his name was Mark Felt. Mark Felt, also known as “Deep Throat,” former FBI special agent was a big character in the Watergate Scandal he leaked information

Share. Dr. Jeremy Sherman from Psychology Today explains that revealing secrets is the fundamental law for all relationships; failing to communicate creates division and strife. The concept of the revelation of secrets applies to A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. Often, secrets hold a negative connotation that cloud the positive aspects they can bring. Whether Dr. Manette’s letter from Court, Darnay’s letter before his journey to France, or Carton’s profession of love to Lucie, the revelation

Secrets. By definition, a secret is something that is kept or meant to be kept unknown or unseen by others. Secrets have been something used by humans, throughout history, that ultimately had different effects, most importantly – the society we live in today. But most people forget the aspects or factors that define a secret and what something means to be a secret. These elements are either known or forgotten, but it is vital to why secrets are what they are today and the significance it has on people