A Little Space Novels & Stories

I spin to accuse Maverick, only to find he silently slipped from my room. So, like any calm, cool headed woman, I grab the blanket and march my ass over the threshold to his room. He wants to invade my space and privacy? Fine. Tit for tat, Maverick. Tit for Tat. I glance around the barren room, surprised by how tiny his space is. His bed is a quarter of the size of my California king and he has no sitting area where I have almost a full size living room. He is clearly not lurking in this tiny room, so I move to the only place he could be.

It was small. This was the first thing he noticed—the room was smaller than he had imagined, smaller than the scale of the penthouse would have suggested. Where the rest of the apartment was expansive, open, designed to create a sense of space and possibility, this room was intimate, contained, almost modest in its dimensions. It was the size of a study or a small bedroom, not grand or imposing or designed to impress. It was plain.

Meanwhile, outside an apartment complex, Macie had arrived home. Alice followed her up, scanning the modest 800-square-foot space before sighing dramatically. "This place is so small. My bathroom is bigger than this." "Please, Alice, try to endure it. This is where we ordinary folk live," Macie said smilingly. "It's just me living here, so I don't need much space. The location is good, and the management is decent, so I bought it outright." "There are two bedrooms? I'm staying over tonight," Alice announced as she looked around.

Through all the hard work and growth and change that this place brought me, he was the best part. "It still feels so small, even when it's empty" Rhodes remarks, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he peers out of the tiny window. I roll my eyes and kneel down amongst some of the boxes at my feet. "Just because your apartment is the size of a small island" I mumble with a grin.

"You said we only had 130 grand left on the debt. This covers it. If you don't want it, fine. I'll give it back." She fell silent for a moment before finally reaching out and putting it away. "I'll go pay off the debt tomorrow," she murmured. Then, she forced a change of subject. "What do you want for dinner? I'll make something." I looked around the room. It was a tiny studio apartment, barely 320 square feet—small enough to take in at a single glance. It was sparse, furnished only with a wardrobe, a bed, and a cramped bathroom. There was no kitchen, and we had to prepare our meals on the coffee table.

Annette said calmly. Connor said disdainfully, "You know how to comfort yourself. What did you win?" Annette stopped and looked at him. "Freedom and self-esteem." Annette opened the door of her apartment. Connor followed her in. It was an apartment with a bedroom and a living room. It was so small that the whole place was smaller than his bedroom. Connor looked around and said, "How can you live in such a place?" Annette glanced at Connor and said disdainfully, "Well, it's good enough for me."

Chapter 23: Almost The kitchen was small in the morning. It had never been small before. The penthouse was enormous by any reasonable measure, floor to ceiling windows, marble everywhere, the kind of space that was designed to make people feel the weight of what it cost. Liora had never once described it as small. This morning it was small. She was at the counter waiting for the coffee and he came in from the bedroom already dressed, dark trousers, shirt not yet buttoned at the collar, and the kitchen immediately lost approximately forty percent of its available space.

"My place isn't that spacious like yours but it is quiet comfortable. Have a sit." As Nathan walked into the apartment, he quickly scanned the entire room. Although it wasn't that big, it was spacious enough. "Thank you." The room was small with clean white walls, a bed, a desk with a blank blotter on it, sliding closets opposite the bed, and a thin green shag carpet. There was a computer which faces out of the window. Making it more like having the sky and buildings in the background. As he was looking out of the window, a bird few buy and then a plane also in the distance. Looking to his far left was a 42 inch TV which was on at the moment and was displaying my daily dose of CNN.

Like that none of the windows were open and that the inside was smaller than the outside. That note made me pause. "By how much?" "4-6 feet" Jake estimates, showing me with his hands. "Give or take." That's more space than our home on the coast with the secret passages. "That's about the size of a closet." "And it goes all the way around the building," he shrugs. "Seemed a bit wide for insulation and plumbing." Or a room.