Raise The Roof Novels & Stories

He chuckled. "I have no idea what you're talking about," I whispered and he smiled wider when the elevator pinged. "See for yourself, love," The doors opened and I gasped. There was a gazebo on the roof! A tent-like structure with curtains that billowed around lightly. There were sofas arranged on the square platform and table right at the center. Flowers and vines hung from the roof of the gazebo, and from the rooftop, I could see Hawaii. The seas, the beaches, the people.

―You manage just fine around the sharp objects, and they will too. ―I managed to help build our new house, didn‘t I? I stood high up on the roof for that one. That means the girls can climb trees without breaking a bone.‖ ―Yes!‖ the girl jumped up and down with her two sisters. ―It‘s true. We saw Pa up there. He even hopped on one foot.‖ Jessica gasped. ―You did that on the roof?‖ ―To make sure I wouldn‘t fall through it.‖

If he did he knew that the momma would fix him a delicious dinner and give him a back rub and then have sex with him because she loved her house in the mountains. He set his ladder against the side of the house and when it was fully extended he saw that the ladder was not tall enough to reach the roof. He would have to get a taller ladder. So the poppa drove down the road to his friendly neighbor and borrowed the friendly neighbor's ladder. He set the ladder against the side of the house and pulled the rope to extend the ladder to it's top. 'Clang, clang, clang' it went until it reached it's full extension. The poppa saw that the ladder was still just a little bit short, but he thought that

I asked, slipping out of the trance her body put me in. She let out a small chuckle, the sound like a lullaby to my ears, the sound I was barred from for the last two days. "The roof is retractable. It is very beautiful at nights." She smiled at me as she swam towards the foot of the stairs, and peered up, pushing some kind of button. And then the roof folded up, literally. It retracted & the moonlight filtered in.

Dhani leaves to call him and I look at the roof which also needs fixing otherwise someone will definitely get hurt. I tell a maid to gather everything they have and the things that other maids have. And to take them to the big room where function are held as there no function right now. They all take things and I help them gather it. They all leave and I shut the door rather harshly and feel the wooden roof shaking. And it starts to fall and I have to run so I don't get crushed because of it. When the dust and snow settles, I start coughing and see few maids rushing towards me. I stop them where they are and walk there. Someone is going to pay for this for sure. If something have happened to

This all because of his damn leg getting injured at the wrong time. "You see up there, Claire. Do you think the shape of the roof is a little different? It's just me or does it look like a faint box line?" John asked Claire. Claire looked up and noticed the roof pointed out by John. She narrowed her eyes and realized something. Next to the long fluorescent lights, it looked like there was a faint line forming a large box. "I see it!" "You think that might be the door?" asked John. "It seems so. If it's not that, we have to check all the walls. But it looks like it will be difficult to do now,” John said as he watched the water start to rise up to their waist and quickly creep up their chest.

Aien announced as he hitched the horses to the wagon. We had spent a week on the kitchen roof rethatching, a task that Aien had not enjoyed. Thankfully the main roof had been slated and had survived the abandonment of the past decade intact, as had most of the windows of the upper floors, so we had not needed to test his tolerances for height. The day before we had refitted the windows and repaired the shutters in the kitchen, and now all the house lacked was us. “We will need to - ” He broke off as he looked up, his expression shifting to dismay. “Oh shit.”

“Above you, run!” Instead of doing that, I looked above, and a large piece of the roof came crashing down… “AHHHH….”

"We could get out through there." I follow her gaze to the window, which is high up and barely big enough for a person to fit through. "We can't climb up there," I say. But Heather is already dragging over a nearby crate. "We can stack these up and climb out," she insists. "Then climb onto the main building’s roof, then get off on the other side, and swim across the river." It's a complicated plan, but it's the best we have. As long as the Silver Hunters aren't scanning the rooftops, they won't see us.

He was aggressively shaving the rough edges off a replacement rafter beam for her leaking roof. Azriel didn't flinch at her voice. He set the hand plane down with a loud, heavy thud, his messy dark hair damp against his forehead, his hard, granite face locked in an unreadable, hostile sneer. "If I wanted to steal tools, I wouldn't waste my time on Arthur's rusted scrap," Azriel rasped low, his deep voice carrying a rough, gravelly edge that vibrated in the warm loft air. "The south roof rafter was rotted straight through. If the snow hits next week before it's reinforced, the whole east corner collapses into your feed pens."