What is "storeroom"

Usage examples of "storeroom".

La Foy spoke, he opened a storeroom door that led off from the main, or amidship, cabin.

Huddled down in the dust and debris of the catchall storeroom it had become, I screamed soundlessly into my muffling hands.

Of those, the customhouse, with its myriad maze of storerooms, might be a last-chance refuge-a very last chance.

Then he had four large storerooms stacked to the ceiling with dried cattle hides bartered from the pastoral Dinka and Shilluk tribes to the south.

The Lakota had taken a tour through the building and reported that there was one other office and a couple of storerooms and closets on the main floor.

A door opened on the right, and they started down a narrow hallway, past a series of closed doors--the closets and storerooms the Lakota had discovered.

She took Peter into the storeroom on a blustery afternoon and pointed out the mislabeled crates.

Most of it was locked in the storeroom with its owner but he still managed Lynn Flewelling to come away with a basket of boiled eggs, a jug of brandy, half a wheel of good Mycenian cheese, some new bread, and a sack of pippins.

Most of it was locked in the storeroom with its owner but he still managed to come away with a basket of boiled eggs, a jug of brandy, half a wheel of good Mycenian cheese, some new bread, and a sack of pippins.

It was ten-thirty by then, forty-five minutes until he and Robyn would find their way to the liquor storeroom to meet Chloe Nielsen and the mystery man.

There is an ordinary door at the far end of the passageway which opens to a storeroom, filled mostly with broken furniture, which in turn opens to another room that contains an outside door.

He thought about the piroque waiting in the darkness of the snag-piles on Catbird Island, and of the butler lying dead in the storeroom, a glass in his hand.

She peered curiously at the storerooms and shedlike workshops, catching glimpses of basket makers and glass blowers still at work, of hundreds of stacked wine jars, mountains of baled linen, the neat rows of a kitchen garden.

In form, they were huge mushrooms, their ten broad heads crowded with narrow corridors, missile bays, beam generators, storerooms, and sleeping quarters, cubicles equipped with shelflike bunks.

CHAPTER V CORRIDORS OF PERIL How long I slept upon the floor of the storeroom I do not know, but it must have been many hours.