My Humble Abode Novels & Stories

'Home, sweet home,' Veronica thought, as she stood outside her apartment door about to push her key into the lock. She had to conceal a smile. It felt incredible coming back to her own place. A piece of sanctuary that no one could kick her out of. Her own little slice of heaven, no matter how small or old it was.

She wanted to give it to her friends upon their homecoming. "Okay, Uwyn. No need to rush. We have all day. I'm sorry for the trouble, grandfather." Maru said as they moved to enter the gates of the wretched abode. On top of the crumbling edifice were the words, "Scavenger's Haven."

How I want this night not to finish… Hope you love it...

In my spare time, I signed up for a blog under a fake name and wrote random musings no one would ever read. Having all these was enough for me. … Graduation season arrived as scheduled. While everyone else had family to help them move out, I hauled my peeling suitcase and headed straight for the neighborhood slums. The little money I had was only enough for a dark, dank basement. The landlady, Isabella Donati, looked like a sharp-tongued old crone. To save 50 dollars on rent, I took over the snow shoveling and trash removal for the entire run-down apartment building.

A single light shone from a window, its warm glow casting a hazy halo against the dimly lit street. He opened the door for Abigail and offered her his hand, she accepted it and followed him into the house. "Do you live here?" Abigail couldn't help herself from asking, noticing the strange little cross that hung on the door. “No” It had an inscription that said - Jesus and somehow, she felt at peace. It was great to know that she was going into a christian home. John unlocked the door and ushered her to get into the house while switching on the light switch. The place got even brighter and Abigail admired the simple setting of the house.

(*Aboniki is a local balm) My stomach begins to rumble. I have junks in my room like Milo, doughnuts and a bunch of other stuffs. I bought these with my money as my father won't support such expenditure. He calls them 'uncalled for'. However, I need to go downstairs and clean the mess I made there last night, as I know my asshole brother didn't lift a finger to clean that place last night. If my father should see it, he will not take it lightly as he absolutely distastes dirt and disorder.

Because of this, I never miss those moment when I will run on my toes and dance like ballerinas during windy weather. We made our way to our inexpensive one room bedroom apartment which was the last building at no. 23, Hilton's street. It wasn't the ideal place I would like to be living on but I had no option, like the saying that goes' When the desirable is not available, the available is made the desirable'. But I had no other options. It was an old abandoned house that have a few supply of food, it was very close to a monastery and luckily for me, they come across to see me and my baby with foodstuffs and others. Those moments when they will arrive are always the worst in my life, the mom

With Abaddon at my side, there was no doubt in my mind that this journey would be replete with love and support. Abaddon's voice reverberated throughout the halls as he detailed the intricate features of the house. As we continued our exploration of this remarkable abode, a sense of optimism and hope enveloped me. With Abaddon at my side and this extraordinary place as our refuge, I knew that any challenges that lay ahead would be met with strength and resilience.

CHAPTER 22 /NATHAN/ The morning sun streamed through the bare windows of my living room, lighting up the dust motes hovering over my cardboard boxes. The apartment looked completely different from how it did a month ago. The posters were rolled up, the kitchen counters were entirely wiped down, and everything I owned was taped up inside brown boxes. In two days, I was moving to Silicon Valley to start my position at SiporaTech.

A few years later, I found myself a gentle and pretty fiancée. For the first time, I finally set aside my research and allowed myself to truly live. One day, I stepped out to deliver wedding invitations to my neighbors. Suddenly, I noticed someone lurking in a cold, shadowy alley nearby. Their gaze flickered, hesitant and uncertain. Curious, I walked closer. What I found was a beggar, disheveled, kneeling on the ground, her legs clearly broken, her face smeared with dirt.