The Book Room Challenge

 As I was challenged by my friend, Rubix from over at {The Sea Calls Us Home}, to do the Book Room Challenge. Alright then, Ruby, we'll see just where it gets us!

  Rules

1. Write three of your own books as rooms. They can be finished, works in progress, or even just ideas, but they have to be your own.
2. Write one of your favorite books to read as a room.
3. Tag five other people.

Well then, off we go!

 Coffee Rings

An old and weather beaten hardwood floor, the finish long worn off from the scrapes and gouges of many dancing shoes. A tall set of glistening french doors with long and flowing curtains, opening out on to a balcony, with a swirling iron rail. A long forgotten smell is haunting around the room, aside from one thing. With a peeling side table in one corner, and a simple mirror above, a white and perfectly new vase is on the table, with several pale roses standing tall. Tall, yet alone. The room has been abandoned, and the feeling with it, forgotten.

 Skaters World

Flickering neon lights are hanging around the room, some failing, some about to fall and break. An earthy looking floor is covered haphazardly with richly woven rugs, with an overwhelming smell of cinnamon and gunpowder. You heard a distant sound of drums, drumming almost so steadily it could be mistaken for a heartbeat. Earthenware and China are set on a large yet low table in the middle of the room, their owners having left them, and the contents turned cold. But there's something else in the room, one quite unmistakable. The open windows seem to be blowing in more than just a damp breeze, it brings with it one of danger; danger and shouts of warning.

 Book One: Commit

A room altogether strange yet inviting. It's honey-gold flooring glinting brightly in the late morning sun. Things are scattered around in a homely and inviting fashion, with large overstuffed furniture covered with blankets. Braided rugs, and steaming mugs of tea waiting for their guests, and delicately floral wallpaper giving a quaint and rustic feel. But when you look closer, the scene is not so innocent. Picture frames dot the walls and surfaces of coffee tables and shelves. Some of happily smiling couples, yet others, of flowers and words, a black ribbon running across upper corners. Though some things convey a sense of false invitation, and others of a grieving household–you smell one thing. Soap, and breakfast. The muffled noises of voices and the clinking of silverware against plates and bowls. It's not a façade at all, it's merely a house, learning to live again.

 My favorite book to read:

 The Blue Sword

Not a room, so much as a tent. But with long sweeping–would they be called walls?–reaching up several stories, but instead of a top, an open view of the stars. A mixture of familiar and unfamiliar scents come to you, but you seem to be partial to the unfamiliar. Low tables and pillows surround your feet, and brightly lit lanterns send iron wrought patterns across the gently billowing tent walls. A feeling of acceptance is there, waiting, along with the smell of a freshly cooked meal. Maps lay strewn across the table, yet shoved aside as if to make room for the dishes that had been set in their place. A sword lay almost forgotten across another side of the table, but the hilt positioned almost casually within reach of the seat of its owner. You hear water, as if the gentle rushing of a creek, and the snapping of a fire outside is almost enough to send one to sleep.


Nominees!

Cheetah, from I'm only human.

Leila, from Inspiring Ink'lings.

Mandy, from Jumping In The Puddles.

Bronze, from The Rambling Line.

and Alyssa, from The Honeydrop Post.


 Have fun you guys! God bless.


All story descriptions here are ©Mae Fort.