My Humble Abode Novels & Stories

My voice rang all around the less wealthy home I lived in with my mom and brother. Though our house was less wealthy, it had modesty, humbleness, and love in it. Even though the house was smaller and needed some repairs like the linking roof, and it also didn't have all the latest conveniences, that doesn't mean it's not filled with love and comfort. It was way cozier and more inviting for us since we had each other's back in everything.

Thankfully, they merely glanced in our direction without daring to question us. Finally, we arrived at our destination. The barracks stood before us, resembling a typical encampment for soldiers. It consisted of modest wooden cabins, designed to accommodate two or three individuals, positioned closely together. Pointing towards the left, he indicated, "That humble house over there is where I reside."

What do you call humble? The house was really huge and luxurious by American standards in many neighborhoods, but there it didn't stand out among many others of the same standard. My car was in the garage, which was right in front of the garden. It would soon be dark and some of the automatic lights would start to come on. We entered the house and the delicious menthol scent of cleaning invaded my nostrils. Samia knew I was coming and had certainly gone to do my monthly cleaning. Samia was the most dedicated cleaner in all of Istanbul. Giuliat also sighed deeply.

The far sight house could be seen, the place looked so dead and slience. No word could state how deserted the place had become. The sounds of cracking dry leafs sounds and footsteps could be heard. Abram gently drop the two heavy bags still breathing heavily _" Mum! Adam! Am back!" He shouted through his already tried and breathless voice but got his voice echo backward to him. (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ) ?

Several minutes later, there was a turn off of the road, and I realized it was the entrance to a huge, imposing mansion - my new home. There was a huge gray cloud over the mansion, covering it in shade. I knew the weather was just a coincidence, but it definitely wasn't a good sign. As the limo drove around the huge angelic-looking fountain in front, it stopped, and one of her servants opened the door. I got out of the limo first, cutting her off on purpose, just to piss her off. It felt kind of childish, seeing as I was seventeen, but so what! She was a horrible person. She pushed me out when I did, but I managed to stay my feet, after stumbling slightly. She got out and we walked into the

She then started laughing like crazy. “Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the king’s horses and all the king’s men Couldn’t put Humpty together again. ” My body shaked as I heard the nursery rhyme. The way she sang it is so creepy that it made us shiver.

It's not much but it shall do for now until I get back. I crawl through the tiny window and reach the kitchen undetected. As I reach for the bread I see it is stale and hard and the cheese has started to mold. Disgusted, I throw the food down and start to look for fresh food. While looking, I start to take in the home. It's a small, poor looking, cottage with only one couch and a small table with four chairs with nothing more for decoration except a small, handmade-looking green rug.

She decided to go take a long bath, so it would look like they had been waiting for her, instead of her to be waiting for them. They have arrived, the guests have arrived. ************** "Welcome to my humble abode, Mrs Robson, it would have been a very hectic journey for you both. You are really welcome, hope you would enjoy yourselves here, all we have to offer and more, we are ready to give you", The Emir, Abdul said, as he took a stand. "Guess I would take my leave now, lots of work to do. Pardon my arrogance, hope you all understand", the Emir said.

Just an empty void of silence. I had my fingers placed nervously on my hoodie as I put it on while stepping down into the awaiting cab. It was apparent that I was nowhere close to the finish line, yet, something was compelling me to move forward. --- Her house had a touch of an eerie elegance that I could not seem to shake off with a veneer of stone. The stark white vale mansion was simply stunning, however, her family’s name was known not only for the beauty of their home, it went far beyond the surface, the vale name was known to be ‘sacred’.

The porch groaned beneath our steps, and when he unlocked the door, the hinges screamed in protest. Inside, the house smelled faintly of old wood and dust. The living room was small, furnished with a threadbare couch, a faded rug, and a table propped up by bricks where one leg had broken. Everything about it whispered of poverty. “You can rest in the room to the left,” Adrian said, his voice calm but distant. “It’s not much, but it’s yours.” I walked slowly into the narrow room he indicated. A thin mattress lay on a metal frame, the blanket folded neatly on top. A single window rattled against the wind, letting in the chill of the night.