Blurred Living Room Background Novels & Stories

he said and pulled me out of the room by the arm. "Whatever you're busy with, it can wait. Seems to me you and that laptop of yours are like Siamese twins these days. You need a scalpel to separate you." I try to put my mind to it, but JT doesn't want to know about anything. In the formal living room, there is a fire burning in the fireplace and the cape pits are already standing and gleaming in the light of the crackling flames. When I got back to my room after our chess game, Doc was already gone.

He couldn’t kill us both in an instant if he wanted to but I was not really in a clear frame of mind so I moved on impulse. We sat seated in my living room, surrounded by the familiar warmth of well- loved furniture. The walls, painted a soft shade of cream, were adorned with framed abstract paintings. A large, overstuffed couch dominated one wall, it’s deep blue fabric worn but inviting with a patchwork quilt draped over the back. Two matching armchairs flanked a coffee table cluttered with magazines, a couple of books, and an empty teacup.

Ryan motioned for me to enter, and as I stepped in, the room was initially dark, but then everything brightened up as Ryan turned on the lights with a smirk. The room was minimalistic,it had a cozy ambiance, with soft lighting casting a warm glow on the wooden floor. The walls were painted a calming shade of blue, creating a serene atmosphere. A large, plush rug adorned the floor, adding a touch of comfort to the space. In one corner, a vintage record player sat on a sleek wooden stand, ready to fill the room with music. The walls were adorned with framed black-and-white photographs, each telling a story of its own. A potted plant sat on a windowsill, basking in the sunlight that filtered th

She paced the vast living room, which had only a large brown love sofa and a 32 inches flat screen that was at the corner of the wall. Glancing at where she was now, she noticed how frigid and void the room was. Without the dark painting, it still was cold.

The living room had been stripped of furniture, leaving only a white table adorned with candles and scattered rose petals in the center. The soft glow of the candles highlighted Marco's features, casting shadows across his face. It was a surreal sight, and for a moment, everything seemed to freeze as I took it all in.

"We’re going to give her what she wants, but we do it on our terms." Luca moved with a focused, frantic energy. He reached for the TV remote, flicking it on and scrolling rapidly to a YouTube clip of 'College Dorm Room Ambience.' Suddenly, the room was filled with the muffled chatter of girls laughing, the clink of soda cans, and distant pop music. He then killed the bedside lamp, leaving the room swathed in a deep, shadowy gloom, save for the faint, flickering blue light from the television.

The living room once filled with soft sunlight streaming through the large windows, casting a warm glow on the stylish furniture and decor, suddenly and slowly darkened as a gentle beep emanates from a small remote control. Lucifer watched as the room transforms before his eyes. The blinds slowly shut, carefully aligning themselves in perfect unison. Darkening shadows consume the room, creating an ambiance of tranquility and privacy. The natural light was replaced by a soft glow from the carefully selected LED lights embedded in the ceiling. The room was enveloped in a calm, intimate atmosphere, soothing both mind and body. "Your sister is one hell of a hottie," Lucifer smirked at Alexa who

Reed Living Room, Night The living room had transformed into a child’s fantasy fort, filled with soft mountains of throw pillows, tangled fleece blankets, and strands of fairy lights glowing in a warm constellation above. The air smelled faintly of melted butter, sugar dust, and lavender from a diffuser in the corner. The TV screen softly illuminated the room with scenes from Lola & Romeo, the classic rom-com that Pearl had called “iconic.” The dialogue played quietly in the background, but no one was actually paying attention.

Tripping while battling a hang-over would not be ideal. Rounding the corner to her open living room, she took a second to adjust her blurry vision and appreciate the comfy feel of the room. Soft green walls accented the off-white upholstery of the couch and loveseat and gave the dark wood end tables a homier feel. Precisely aligned picture frames covered one wall, all black and white photos of old homes, and a burnt-umber credenza by the front windows showcased an arrangement of colorful daisies, other than a round ottoman and a simple floral rug that anchored the room which completed her décor. Beyond the living room sat her dining area, which bordered her open, 1940’s style kitchen with

The walls were tall and massive, painted in plain white to give the large living room a magnificent feeling of cool and calm. She stopped for a moment and leveled her gaze. There was no TV in the living room, and Alethia immediately didn't see why anyone would need a TV in such a living room, not when a large couch was facing an expanse of glass that opened to a garden of white, yellow, and red flowers, with green grasses about the same height. The chirp of a yellow songbird caught her attention for a while, she smiled, automatically taking a slow breath and wondering why Ethan had forfeited such ambiance to live with her and her mom.