Novel Couchtisch Novels & Stories

August 14th, 2011: Sunday Summer ~~~~~~~~~~ Tony loved his couch. It wasn't cheap, almost fifteen hundred dollars and genuine cowhide leather. It was in a big 'L' shape. In front of it, he had a nice wooden coffee table that his brother Ethan had made many years before out of a wooden pallet that carried car engines. Some would say it looked trashy, but he liked it. It added a rustic feel, and Dill even agreed the stain colour matched the leather of the couch perfectly. It was a Sunday night and Tony had a Guinness and a Wawa hoagie on said table that he was about to dig into. He hadn't had anything to eat for a whole five hours at around three, so he was excited for his usual turkey-and-pep

Creepy. To my left was a long black couch, a solo armchair, and a coffee table with a white ceramic vase and three lit candles beside it. The rug beneath? Looked like cheetah print. And on the right side of the room was a legit Baroque fireplace. Like… rich gothic mansion vibes. The lighting in here? Dim and dramatic. I gulped. Lorenzo sat down on the couch like it was nothing. Meanwhile, I just stood there, super awkward.

He walked towards the walk-in closet. Mishka sat on the edge of the bed and gently started massaging her ankle, thinking about their sleeping arrangement. She looked at the small white couch in the corner of the room and decided to sleep there. She picked up the pillow and a duvet from the bed and proceeded, resorting to everything that was coming her way. Finally, she reached the couch and threw her pillow on it. “What are you doing?” Christian asked and Mishka turned to him. “You sleep on your bed and I will sleep on this couch,” Mishka responded, and Christian furrowed his eyebrow.

The leather couches were in odd forms of modern art, scattered about. A small laptop is placed on the coffee table before me, but my eyes catch sight of something troubling. Right next to the laptop is a stack of blank and crisp sheets of what appears as resume paper. And not just any resume paper. Reaching out, I grab one in my hand. I couldn't believe my mind. This was the exact same sheet of paper and the same shade as the fortune cookie note. Sudden dread creeps goosebumps upon my skin as I leap to my feet from the couch.

The bed had a cabinet and lamp on each side of it, to my left was a corner with a study table and chair, it also had a cabinet beneath the table, the table had a small lamp with a few files and papers scattered around it, then in the middle was a huge couch, it was a mixture of black and grey in colour and it looked quite beautiful. It had a center table in the front of it with two cushioned chairs on each sides of it, below the couch was a balcony, it had wooden chairs and table and I assumed that it had the view of the houses in the pack along with the woods because I could only see trees that looked far away so that would make sense. I turned my head towards my right when I felt the bed m

I took a deep breath, and stepped in, Nova at my heels. The living area was spacious, with wood floors, and an old couch that was once red but was fading into pink, the corners tarnished with black markings. There was a throw rug in the center, my eyes trying to decipher the design. It looked like a bear, but a moose could also be the design of it. Nova flopped on the couch, kicking off her shoes, and Zomb drifted off to a small fridge in a tiny area that looked like the kitchen. I could see some pots, pans, and dishes piled in the sink. Zomb frowned, but pulled out two cans of juice.

It was homey and there was not a thing that showed riches or any extravagant item inside. I could see near the fireplace, herbs hanging from above as they were drying. A globe was next to a small wooden desk on one side of the room, while a three-seater couch with two armchairs was placed in front of a fireplace with a small handmade that was polished and used as a coffee table. Colorful cushions sat on the couch as the three of us walked towards the seating area, taking our seats. Damon and I sat down on the couch while Azrael took one of the two armchairs as Talia disappeared into her small kitchen, coming out from it with a tray filled with what smelled like tea.

Coordinating heavy metal chairs completed the setting. ‘Monstrous appliances; a typical modern art.’ He thought. He wouldn't buy something like this, that he didn't think deserved to be called a piece of furniture. In the room stood a navy blue couch against the wall; next to it was a glass chest of drawers and a lamp almost two meters high, looking like a tree of happiness. ‘What a tasteless thing!’ He felt that the only thing missing here was a shoddy, kitschy Christmas tree. At some moment, he realized that someone was standing next to him and it was definitely not Pierre. It was no longer appropriate to stare at photos or bland furniture and kitschy equipment. He turned around.

On the right of the room, there's a large wooden shelf with books and files neatly arranged. On the other side, there are two two-seater couches adjacent to each other and a uniquely shaped coffee table in the center. A flower vase with a bouquet of pretty lily flowers sits on the table. Above the couch, there are paintings of the moon and night sky, and next to the couch, there's a shelf with antique stuff, and right in the middle is Alex's desk. He's seated at the desk, his laptop on one side, and he's writing down something.

It was an invitation. "Everything okay?" Bill collapsed on the couch as he usually did. The couch was his pride and joy. It was a six- thousand dollar perfectly cushioned, dark brown, leather couch with two matching ottomans. He loved his couch. He saved up from several paychecks for it, and he and Rachel loved to watch sci-fi and old horror movies on it after work and sometimes on weekends. "Everything's good." Rachel grabbed a pillow and held it to her chest. She was in shorts and had her bare feet crossed beneath her.