You walked down the dark, damp hallway until you saw light peering through the cracks of a door. You grabbed onto the doorknob and slowly opened it. The bright light burned your eyes for a few seconds, and the atmosphere of the room automatically changed your sullen mood . 

"Woah" you whispered as you walked to the middle of the room. 

In the far right corner had a critique booth, a place where you can get advice on how to improve your writing. It's a place where all writers are welcomed, regardless of popularity and writing abilities. 

You stared at the booth, tempted to join. But then the door slammed shut making you jump. 

There was a colorful poster taped poorly on it. "The Zen Zone". You smiled at the odd name.

"Wow, I want to stay here forever"