Little Space Novels & Stories

Slowly he unlatched his lashes a finally a warm tear trickled down her eyes. For the first time after his childhood he has these tears in his eyes. Since he has grown up and became mature no hard situation was hard enough to make him weak let alone cry but today their little wife, his Pequeña bebe made him so much weak that the tears couldn't stop themselves from coming.

Quaint was the realtor’s code for dilapidated, drafty, and impossibly small. The house was little more than a box with windows, and for my younger brother, Leo, and me, it meant a total loss of privacy. We were assigned the smallest room, a cramped square of space that barely accommodated the bunk beds we had salvaged from our old life. I took the bottom bunk; Leo, at ten years old, was thrilled to have the top.

Swallowing hard, Judy fished out her keys, thinking that Lewis, as a prominent figure, wouldn't really harm her, and thus she gathered the courage to unlock the door. Lewis entered, scanning the small rental unit. His first impression was its size—it was tiny. The apartment was less than twenty square meters, without a separate bedroom; the bed and dining area shared the same space along with a very simple small kitchen. Despite its size, the apartment was clean and tidy, with a faint pleasant scent lingering in the air. Seeing Lewis surveying the place made Judy a bit embarrassed. Given how small the apartment was, Lewis's bathroom was probably bigger. With Birmingham's steep rental prices,

~ISLA~ I cleared my throat as I pushed the door open and walked into my small apartment. Jaxon walked in behind me and I immediately noticed he looked too big for my small space. “You've been here before but… yeah, this is where I live” I muttered as I watched Him walk around. There wasn't that much floor space anyways. Just a small kitchen by the side, one couch in front of my small tv then the bed behind it with a door at the side that led to the bathroom.

Abigail sat at the edge of the couch looking uncomfortable and out of place as she waited for Marcel in his apartment. She was surprised at how small it was, she didn't realize houses could be this tiny. The living room was significantly smaller than her bathroom. how do people live like this?... She pondered. She glanced around, surveying the place... though it was small but it was well decorated for a man's place. Her eyes moved around the room, wondering if at any moment the building would cave in and trap her inside.

Slim I sat next to her on the cliff, handing her a cup of water. Surprisingly, my nerves relaxed as her fingertips unintentionally brushed against mine, and I resisted the urge to sigh in frustration. There was something intriguing about her. She exuded an aura of tranquility wherever she went, and it was slowly affecting me. She smiled at me, but her eyes didn't reflect the same joy. I could tell something was weighing heavily on her mind. "Thanks," she said, her voice shaky with the impact of her thoughts. I could sense her anxiety consuming her.

"He doesn't know me well. He would definitely miss something!" "We'll just buy it if anything is missing!" "But…" "No buts!" Naomi could not do anything. She was like a little chick, being escorted upstairs by Jack. With a squeaking sound, the door was opened. Naomi was baffled. Were the Houghs not the wealthiest in Gin City? Why was the apartment so small? It was smaller than her living area at home. Naomi stood by the door, from which she could already view the entire apartment. The living area was only a few square meters. A larger two-seater sofa would not be able to fit in there.

As expected, Ivy seemed satisfied after viewing the first apartment. "Mom, how much is this place? I feel like it's a little too big for me. I wish there was a smaller apartment." A sheepish expression appeared on Elliot's face when he heard what Ivy said. "Haha. This isn't that big. It's quite cheap, and real estate properties around this area tend to be more spacious. The apartments in this residential area can go up to 130 and 150 square feet! This is already the smallest one," Avery said.

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—"