My Humble Abode Novels & Stories

Amanda giggled and took slow and cautious steps into the house. "This is anything but humble," she remarked as soon as she stepped inside, the house looks a bit smaller than her's but it's definitely not humble. The living room is very spacious and is coated in white paint, a plasma TV was positioned on the wall facing the expensive and clean-looking cushions on the parlor, separated only by a table that has a small flower vase on it.

“Certainly, I will ask the nurse to accompany us.” “Perfect.” After a long drive, they arrived at the small village where lived Mark's uncle. Andry got off the car and walked between the trees until he spotted the house. The small cottage was perched on the plain near the woods, so old and poor, but it looked alive and welcoming, a warm ribbon of smoke rising from the old chimney. The walls were made of the same wood and the roof was stone, so old that it was a wonder how it did not yet cave in. The cottage was the only thing there. There were no other houses around it.

~ Many Years Ago ~ Imagine you walking down a dirt road with people wearing just robes and nothing on their feet—children shaking in the cold, begging for food and water. The neighborhood is infested with files as bodies lay across the street. This is my home, the kingdom of Satia—a beautiful country where even people experiencing poverty have beauty.

the girl says, pulling me down on one of the couches. The man and woman come in shortly after. The man says, “Welcome to our humble abode. It’s not much, but it’s what we have to offer. I hope it isn’t too much of an eyesore.” My head shakes in denial, and I say, “Of course not. It’s lovely. And I am honored to be invited into your home.”

“Welcome to my humble abode”, Nek says, I can’t help but snort, so much for a humble abode; this house looks a palace, I’m sure it has more than 12 rooms. “Ehn…, it could do better”, I coolly say, he looks a bit downcast, but quickly hides his emotion. “Could you show me to my room, I need to shower and rest; you’d agree with me that today has been an eventful day”

“Didn’t touch his now, did I?” ABERTHA LETS me sleep in her bed—just this once, she’s careful to say—and in the morning, I’m stiff and sore, but the scalding humiliation is—well, it’s freaking awful, but at least it’s a little less visceral. I’m not glowing red anymore. I lay still for a minute, staring at the bundles of herbs hanging from the cottage’s exposed beams to dry, inhaling the lavender and sage as I listen to Abertha snore.

He added, sitting immediately on one of the leather chairs in the sitting room. "Well welcome to my humble home." I replied, gesticulating widely. "Wait! What is so humble about this beautiful home, everything in it smells money, like it is well polished for a royal family." he said, nodding his head like an agama lizard. "It's okay, Abdul, you haven't stopped with this your over exaggerations ? I know you, just be turning every small thing into a big deal, okay? This your mouth won't kill you but it will definitely put you into trouble, a very big one." I said sarcastically and we both started laughing out loudly like hyenas.

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It held her in place and she subconsciously, wanted to stay and look at the most beautiful thing her eyes had ever seen. Humble home? This was anything but humble. Before she could catch herself, she chuckled. It was loud enough for his sharp ears. "This is anything but humble. Sir," Ava added. The smile spread, that he almost laughed. Squinting at her, "what would you call it?" His voice was husky and almost in whispers. It felt like his voice was drawing her out. Ava had never felt like that and it made the gears in her head to spin without control.

I push away the urge to call the agent and tell them this place is a dump. “It’s okay, Jayden. It looks worse than it is.” “I’m all for rustic,” I say as I get Abbey off my shoulders and we walk in through the front door. “But, Winona, are you sure this is even healthy for Abby? It looks downright grimy.” “I’ll clean it. It’ll be fine. As you said, watertight and warm.” “Is this like one of those tiny homes?” “No. This is a 2-bedroom cottage. A tiny home would fit inside the lounge area.”