Hanging Side Table Novels & Stories

Dazzling sunshine poured through his merciless expression. Beside my bed was a small, but clearly artisan, wooden sideboard with a glittering inlay of tiles that matched the ceiling. A folding screen for dressing behind also exhibited a small number of unusual garments. On the opposite side of the room was a dressing table in the same style with a selection of vanity objects carefully displayed in front of an impressive mirror in three sections. Beyond that, the whole far wall was taken up with a shimmering pinkish curtain, which fluttered slightly in the breeze that was pleasant against the heat.

He then walked over to the sideboard behind that was situated opposite the main table, and boasted a row of frames. It was the only piece of furniture that deviated from the dark minimalist theme of the room. The frames on the sideboard showcased a range of from handmade portraits to black and white photographs to Polaroid prints to colored photographs to high-definition photographs. As I looked closer, I realized that all those were of him.

{Grace} A beautiful and modern chandelier hangs above the white ceiling. The huge living room was four stairs lower than the medium dining area at the left corner of the room which has a long table with almost eight chairs surrounding it. The glass windows at the side were covered with white curtains. Long couches and a brilliant sofa sit right next to the window, with a huge modern television hanging against the wall. I was expecting to see at least someone at the table and there was only one plate.

HAILEY STEWARTS The dinner table was beautifully decorated, covered in a red table clothes, the silverware of different sizes of spoons,forks and knives placed on both sides in between a silver plate turned upside down, by the side a glass cup turned the same way underneath a red napkin, the same arrangements for the other side but what draws my attention the most is the wall behind made of red reflective translucent glass the room was beautifully light up and though there weren’t any windows the room has a cool temperature.

Zarah was going to take care of our splendid pictures. The dining table was in the middle of the hall, the plates and cutleries sat carefully on a white table cloth. A huge chandelier hung gracefully from the plastered ceiling and its lights shone stylishly all around the hall. It was small but simple and beautiful. There were four air conditioners in each side of the hall and the large windows were closed. There was also a projector near the white wall covered with a black background at the back, for a slide show. Everything was just so perfect.

Walking deeper into the house I see the staircase on my left painted black with a jade-green carpet running all the way to the top. There are comfortable sofas in a square form with a coffee table in the middle made of red oak wood, also there is a fireplace, and above it hangs a painting of Gabriel, who looks the same as he does now frozen at the age of 23, Blonde hair hazel green eyes, if that even is a color! He is built like a horse racing jock. He is from what I gather around 6 feet 3 if I had to compare him I would say that he reminds me of the true blood character Eric Northman.

In fact, it gave off a homely vibe than any of it. Walking to the side of the room, where a seating area featured a pair of high-backed armchairs and a small, polished mahogany table, ideal for enjoying a quiet morning coffee or a good book, I let my hand caress the table. Then I glanced up to stare at the ornate chandelier hung gracefully from the ceiling, its crystal pendants sparkling in the light. I stepped towards the window and peered out. It was bustling outside. I could see many people carrying different baskets while conversing with each other, while others carried wood logs.

Two side-tables, painted in a neutral shade flanked the bed, and a simple crystal chandelier hung low from the ceiling. A bespoke painting of a smiling nun, garbed in a yellow ensemble and carrying a small basket of cherries was hung on the wall next to the bed. In the painting, several cherries had accidentally dropped from the basket at the feet of the nun. The painting never failed to elicit a smile on her face, a reminder of the private joke she had once shared with Aaron and Arthur.