Little Space Rooms Novels & Stories

Not just her, all of them. The room was small and congested. Yamini sat on the bed while Meera leaned back to the wall examining the dusty room while Samira was dusting the things in the room t Ok make a space for themselves. It was a second store room with fewer things like furniture. There was a double cottage bedroom with a torn side which looked as if it was bitten by mice. Yamini glanced at it and wondered why didn't throw it away yet for she remembers she doesn't like to keep worn-out things.

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.

he said when he opened the door and I didn't waste the opportunity to rush in, tucking myself between the door leaf and the frame. It could have been Ben's prohibition that stopped him from letting me in. "Are you hiding something?" My eyes scanned the entire view of the room that was actually the same size as my apartment, but the four-meter-high end of the room was partitioned off like two floors. A thin floor mattress was visible in the loft above the pantry, complete with a low table supporting a laptop. "Wow! This looks more spacious." The space near the door is dominated by bookshelves and a low circular table that is wide enough for Japanese houses to greet. The floor looks like wood

“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…

"My place isn't that spacious like yours but it is quiet comfortable. Have a sit." As Nathan walked into the apartment, he quickly scanned the entire room. Although it wasn't that big, it was spacious enough. "Thank you." The room was small with clean white walls, a bed, a desk with a blank blotter on it, sliding closets opposite the bed, and a thin green shag carpet. There was a computer which faces out of the window. Making it more like having the sky and buildings in the background. As he was looking out of the window, a bird few buy and then a plane also in the distance. Looking to his far left was a 42 inch TV which was on at the moment and was displaying my daily dose of CNN.

This was the first time I ate a lot food and my past didn't come back to hurt me. We went back to the elevator to go to the first floor. Dorothy said it there wasn't much here for us to see because it contains the rooms of some of pack members that leave in the pack house and each rooms has it own mini sitting room two bedrooms and a bathroom and toilet. I was marveled this was really great. The second and third also consist of rooms like that. On each floor it has thirty mini apartment, altogether that makes 90 mini apartment. I really love this idea of accommodation, I commended Dorothy's father for this genius idea.

I nodded with a laugh, “Yup.” I led him to a small room. It wasn’t big, but it had a nice closet, a mini walk-in, and enough room for a small dresser and a bed. “Not a lot of space in here.” Frankie walked in behind me, “No, but it has enough room for the basics.” We talked about what we could do with the space, make it look a bit better, and update some things. “Frankie, this is only temporary, you know.” He smiled, sending a chill down my spine.

When I don’t say anything, Maxwell says, “I’ll show you to your room.” We walk to the other end of the apartment. My room is the smallest of the spare rooms, but that doesn’t surprise me. There is a small ensuite three-piece bathroom. The furniture is basic; one bedside table, a dresser, and a bed. There isn’t much color, but I can bring my things from home to change it.

“No CCTVs in the hall.” She nodded and then she opened the door to let him in. He stepped inside. The room was just as big as Jared’s. Obviously, it was one of the guestrooms, designed for temporary occupancy. There was nothing fancy about the room either. No luxurious lush chaise lounge or gold-trimmed dresser with a life-size mirror. No walk-in closet, just a small white wardrobe. Her room was smaller than half of Adrienne’s room in Paris. Jin expected more for someone in Julianne’s stature.

I glanced at my room and hissed at the dungeon I was living as my apartment. The room was small and cramped, barely large enough to fit a twin-sized bed, a small dresser, and a rickety nightstand. The walls are peeling and discolored, and the carpet are all torn off. There's a small window on the far wall, covered with a thin curtain that doesn't block out much light or sound.