A Little Space Novels & Stories

I invited, not taking my eyes off the sausages I was frying. ​"Can I?" he asked tentatively. ​"Yeah, of course," I insisted. As he walked in, I realized once again how small our house felt. With only two rooms, a kitchen, and a small living area, Luke seemed to tower over everything. He’s incredibly tall, and he looked almost out of place in our modest space. ​"I didn't mean to bother you or Ash. Sorry for—"

she stated, having a glass of water from the one she took from the fridge. Laura turned her eyes from the sparkling kitchen utensils to her friend who was resting her back to the huge fancy table in the middle of the kitchen. "You call this small?" Her eyes widened after asking the question. "How can you say this apartment is small, this is five times bigger than my house" Those words almost made Jasmine spit out the water in her mouth. Well for the poor who never lived in a house with such facilities before it was a golden place they had never seen. So, Jasmine could understand her friend's point of view. .

She said painfully. "Sorry, but I need to stitch my self up." he apologized pushing himself to his feet. Now that he was standing next to her she felt small, his towering height made her feel like an ant. He was probably a 6'3, a huge 6'3 at that. Looking away, she pointed to the bathroom with her head facing downwards. "Thanks." he whispered very close to her eyes before marching away.

with that, I looked at the fire as it cracked softly between us. For the first time, I become aware of how small the cabin really was. How easily he fille it without trying. How little space there was for me to exist without being observed. That was about the only thing I missed about the palace. it was big enough for me to go unnoticed for hours.

The bed was very small. I could see that Sarah saw no need for luxury, only getting just as much as she needed, no more, no less. “Why don’t you get a bigger apartment?” I asked her. “This one is just right. I love the location, it’s cheap, and I don’t need anything more than this, it’s a perfect house for one person. It just gets a bit crampy because we’re two.” She explained. I shook my head, “How then do you cope when your boyfriend comes over? Or you just go to his place all the time.”

At that time, Erwin rented a small house only about nine square meters. The room was very small, so small that Erwin could hardly move his arms and legs. But that nine-square-meter room in a lavish city costs up to several hundred dongs. Erwin Wilson just wants to get all kinds of jobs. When he comes home, he just wants to lie down on his bed and take a nap.

“You're kidding, right?" “I mean it." He shrugged. “I've got this tiny room on the last floor. It's got a little cooking space and bathroom. Just big enough for one biggy like me." We both laughed at his joke. Indeed he was big. Just big though, not obese at all. “Really? That sounds unbelievable."

A little later, Landon murmured, "Why don't we go to my place? Your apartment's too small. It doesn't give us enough room." Not enough room? That was a bold way to put it. But she played along, asking, "What do you mean it doesn't give us enough room? Are you saying my place isn't big enough for you?" He caught her hand, pressed a kiss to the back of it, his gaze steady and deep. "Do you think it's spacious enough?" He then said a few indecent words.

Hearing Michelle's words, Lizzy hesitated for a moment and then nodded in agreement. Meanwhile, Alex still lingered at the doorway, observing their poignant "mother-daughter" moment, feeling rather superfluous. Michelle cast a brief glance at him and then subtly shifted, indicating he should come in. Michelle's rented apartment was rather modest, barely spanning over twenty square meters. It couldn't compare to the spacious guestroom in Alex's house, and the furniture showed signs of wear and tear.

I said as we stepped over his limp body and into my apartment. My apartment was small. As you walk through the door a small kitchenette greets you off to the right. The living room just ahead is small enough for a three-person couch and a small entertainment stand. A very tiny hallway led to the bedroom on the right side and the bathroom on the left side. As I realized just how small my apartment is, I look over at Blake and Jade again and they look completely ridiculous. I burst out laughing again. Blake standing at 6'7 and Jade at 6'6, both bulky muscles, can barely stand shoulder to shoulder in here. The ceiling isn't very high, and the guys have to crouch when they walk. "I can't wait to