Can you imagine our rooms?

As writers we have tried to create an image of our bedrooms in your mind.  Each setting gives a mix of images related to the senses, e.g. visually, sounds, smells and even the mood or atmosphere.   We have used language features to make the images in your mind as real as the actual settings as possible.  Enjoy!

My Bedroom

I walk into my winter room that my sister and I share.  I see peaceful rose-red.  I hear ponies and puppies playing and my sister yelling, “Mum.”  Opening my window brings in the smell of fresh air.  My room feels like a soft, silky, ‘my place’ to be.  I feel all sorts of moods.  I have bunk beds and a single bed, a book shelf, drawers, a T.V. and a bed-side table.  I can’t wait ‘til Summer comes so I can go back to my own Summer room.

Written by Lily

Chelsea’s snoring is annoying.  We have to share a room.  On a cold, frosty morning I smell the horror of sucked bears and perfume.  I see toys around my bed that are not mine, lots of dolls, girl’s clothes and girly things.  My part is OK, but a room for me would be good.

Written by Joel

I look at my crowded double bed.  I guess I’ll have to sleep with Tom because my clothes are everywhere.  As I work at my desk I hear the wind whistling from the door.  It smells like the toilet right now because the sewage drain is being fixed.  Normally it’s not so bad.

Written by Annie

My bedroom has white and pink snowflake walls, blue and orange duvees with white, bright patterns.  On our beds we have velvety cushions and blue and white pillow cases.  We have white, bright bunk-beds with a straight ladder.  It is chaos living with my older sisters!  All the pillow throwing, all the teasing, the kicking and fighting!  When does it end?  From my see-through glassy window I see the beautiful sunset flying down the mountain as it goes to sleep.  I can smell the burning orange, smoky fire place.  I hear the birds chirping on a summer’s day.  Maybe one-day I could have my own room.  I wish!

Written by Molly

As I step into my room I smell dog and smoke from Nan and Pop’s chimney.  I trip over my giant dog.  My bedroom is a bomb-sight.  That is probably why Santa gave me a sign that reads ‘Danger – Minefield’.  My sister’s room is next door to my room.  She makes such a racket, but not as bad as ‘Snorasaurus’ (Dad) who is in the room on the other side of mine.

Written by Angus

On a cold breezy morning I open my curtains to the view of snow gently falling to the pale, white, mountains.  On the thick icy road a hooting truck roars past.  I smell the putrid stink of Jamie’s sucked, green teds.  I’m not one of those people who loves being in their room.  It’s like a bomb has gone off in my pig-sty of a room.  Sharing a bedroom is a nightmare of loud snoring, of tantrums – if Jamie doesn’t get his own way there’s crying all night.  I can never get to my deep sleep.  I wish I could just one-day have my own room.  

Written by Makayla

My bedroom is the most despicable thing in the world.  No wonder Mum tells me to clean my bedroom all the time.  When I open the window the chaotic evil escapes my room and out into the world making IT a bit more putrid.  The evil stink spirits pull the books and toys off the shelves and even worse I have to share a room with Abigail!  She is a horrible goo monster, but she is still nice, not as bad as Cryoraptor (baby brother).  He cries all the time, but the good thing is I can smell the delicious food being by the kitchen as Mum cooks away.  Out the window I see my fantastic cat prowling around the cold, dark forest.  One of them is a black tabby and the other a grey tabby.  My room was my own until Abigail’s room became the Jujitsu room.  

Written by Innes