Little Space Meaning Novels & Stories

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.

“This wasn’t a good place to talk. Would you mind heading inside?“ “ If that is what would be better then I would choose the better” Now there was another soul of person other than Oliver who entered in his room. Even though “it wasn’t” THAT big, you can say that it had a massive space to say. It was simple, yet everything was fixed and organized position. It have lots of space since he was a minimalist. He just think that there is no space for any furnitures that won’t be of use. That is why…

She poured her opinion in front of me. Which I cant disagree too. I felt this, when I was with her brother. How the little him completed my day. That none of my other six brother could do. I relate to her words. The completeness is not about the huge space you can live in. Its about the little space you can fit in. "So you don't like the room?" I asked her, when she was silent for a while. And it was a yes. She hates it here. "Adjust, we can shift in mine as soon as possible."

“I’m not asking you to talk about it,” he says. “I just wanted you to know.” The hallway outside Seminar Room 114 is quiet at this time of morning. Everyone else has moved on to their next thing. It’s just us and the particular quality of light through the tall window at the end of the corridor, pale and flat and wintery. I look at him.

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.

"That's fair." I walked toward the window and looked outside briefly. The neighborhood remained exactly what I wanted. Quiet. Spacious. Peaceful. Unfortunately, the house itself wasn't. Turning back toward her, I said, "I want something a bit more spacious in a low-density area." Nora nodded immediately. "No problem." "I don't need a mansion." "Of course." "But I need big rooms." Especially with a baby coming. I didn't say the last part aloud. There was no need.

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—"

“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."

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.

Andrew I stepped into the small empty circle of her tiny apartment, the size of one-fourth of my bathroom, and looked around. The place, aside from the cramped-up space, looked decent enough. She had a tiny bed, a reading table with books piled on it, a tiny wardrobe, a door leading to a tiny kitchen, another door leading to what I believe should be a tiny restroom. Yes. Everything was tiny. I turned and looked at her still leaning on the door, taking in deep, calming breaths.