Little Space Rooms Novels & Stories

The apartment was small and spartan, and stripped of Jennifer's feminizing touches, a truly bleak uninteresting piece of real estate-two sparse white-walled rooms with shiny parquet floors, meager views of the building across the street, and a few thousand dollars worth of generic furniture and rugs. Truth be told, the apartment was almost too smali for him. The living room was fourteen by seventeen, the bedroom ten by twelve, the kitchen and bathroom each size of a good closet. Some of the criminals he had put away he put up with sharing the flat with Jennifer for four months?

It had four doors, and I had yet to explore what was behind any of them. Jess led the way and opened the second door on the right-hand side. “This is your main room,” Jess started, and Luca wasn’t joking. The room was designed in beige and white themes with splashes of pink around. But the size! This room could have fit in our entire apartment back at home, and left some space. What the actual fuck? The thought that this was really how some people lived had me struggling to find words. i ha I took a deep breath, and only then did I realize that both girls were staring at me expectantly.

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.

I huffed and turned to a small deck house which was built on backside of ship…. As I entered deck house I realized that it was a small deck house which was consisting of fifteen rooms which were facing each other except one room which was situated on other end and was closed with royal blue colored wooden door while rest of rooms were closed with normal unpainted brown colored wooden doors, also the hall way which was separating this rooms was so narrowed that only one normal sized human could passed through it at one time….. I kept staring at each door like a lost child and was trying to figure out in which room I should enter… I was already tired from today hard day… all I was now looking

“Don’t cut me off just yet, Mr. Saul! I’m still talking! “Some of the emperors naturally had bigger rooms… “But think closely! They weren’t using traditional beds! “Their beds looked like boxes with a single opening, yes?” “That’s right,” replied Saul after thinking for a moment. “Those beds are also considered as small rooms. Naturally, they’d be able to affect luck all the same,” explained Nobuyuki. “Simply put, either you move to a smaller room… “Or you get a similar bed! “Your room’s three thousand square feet wide with a round European bed.

Imagine my relief when it did. There were five rooms on the floor, and all the doors were closed. I headed to the landing and glanced down. I was in a small house, like a cottage. The décor was very minimal which made it easy to tell that no one lived there full time. If someone did, then they were a recluse or something. I had seen some minimalist designs in magazines but had never met a normal person who really lived like that.

Someone’s painted a faded swirl of blue on the doorframe—a sigil I don’t recognize, but it hums faintly against my skin when I pass under it. Inside, the common room is simple—table, chairs, a hearth with cold ashes, shelves with a few bowls, and mismatched cups. Two doors on either side lead to sleeping rooms. There are windows, but they’re small and high, more for light than for looking out. There is no view of a training yard. There is no sightline to a council hall. Just… space. I take a step toward the nearest bedroom. The room tilts— not dramatically, not enough to fall.

Like that none of the windows were open and that the inside was smaller than the outside. That note made me pause. "By how much?" "4-6 feet" Jake estimates, showing me with his hands. "Give or take." That's more space than our home on the coast with the secret passages. "That's about the size of a closet." "And it goes all the way around the building," he shrugs. "Seemed a bit wide for insulation and plumbing." Or a room.

(ALEXA'S POV) I sat next to Luke in the small apartment. When I moved in with Luke, I had chosen this apartment specifically for its size. I wanted something intimate, a space where we couldn't ignore each other. Now, sitting here felt suffocating. "Wow, this place is so small," the woman who claimed was Chloe announced, her eyes sweeping over the room with clear disapproval. "Yes, really small," Rachel chimed in. "It only has one bedroom. Iris can't even find a room."

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.