My one and only room

by Italian Stallion   Nov 21, 2005


As I walk into my room there is only one way to describe it, very neat. My room is small but it's like a mall, for the sense that there are possessions that all types of people would be fond of. The first thing you see when you walk in my room is my acoustic guitar. The guitar looks like a tree and how the grain flows in a natural sense, it's like the wind is blowing on the grain of the wood pushing the natural colors in different directions. Besides my guitar there are many interesting things to discover and examine.

As you rotate your head leisurely to the right you will see my desk with my computer located on top of it. You will notice a window behind my computer; when the sun starts to glare into my room you can see the different colors of the sun dancing on my ceiling, dancing as if the light was a ballerina.

As you start to walk you can't help to notice the soft beige rug that reminds you of beach sand, and how your feet just begin to submerge into the warmth of the sand. When you sit on my bed you just seem to sink into it like quicksand, it is so comfortable that you never want to leave it; you just want it by your side at all times.

While you sit on my bed you start to glimpse at the shelves on my wall, which contains several of my favorite belongings. The diverse collection of hats on the top shelf makes it look like you're inside a hat shop. As your eyes start to wander to the shelf below you perceive models of old cars and three-dimension puzzles of ancient artifacts.

Beneath the shelves sits my stereo system which sits atop of my oak dresser. The size of my dresser resembles the size of a go-kart. After you are finished observing the dimensions of my dresser you notice a mountain of compact ddisc'sto the left, which reminds you of a stack of pancakes.

In effortless expressions that describes my room. That is the room which I have grown up in, the room that is mine and only mine. The room that is so neat and spacious, that it reminds you of a mall. That is the room in which I live, the one and only room of that kind. There is no other room like mine, and that is why my room is so extraordinary to me.

~Please tell me what you think~

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  • 18 years ago

    by Wasted Fake Smiles

    That was like a poem ive never read b4...yet it was interesting. u used gr8 description words....keep up the gr8 work...5/5!
    ~*Who Cares?*~

  • 18 years ago

    by Megadrive

    Thought it was really good=D I dont really like this line though
    *When you sit on my bed you just seem to sink into it like quicksand, it is so comfortable that you never want to leave it; you just want it by your side at all times.*
    Kinda because it refers to the bed as quicksand, and that you would never want to leave it... I dont think many people want to stay in quicksand lol. But I guess it just depends on how u take that line. Other then that and even including that it was really good! Good Job!

    ~Megan~

  • 18 years ago

    by Laura

    Great job JO i loved it i felt like i was in ur room looking at everything u described wow keep it up xoxo laura marie aka sweets xoxo

  • 18 years ago

    by girly†

    Great job

  • 18 years ago

    by Juls

    WOW!!! Great Job, You have been piecing it together for couple days and asking me what I think and I think it's a work of art. Like I said you can picture yourself in the room so well and understand the dimenations of everything very well. Sounds like a good place to be!!! Great Job and I hope you get a good grade on it at school!! Good Luck hun
    Luv ya Julie