Rumah Oren Novels & Stories

Close by-----probably hidden by the thick screen of huge palm trees was a beach. Her breath caught in her throat as the house came in to view. Big, serenely gracious, it was a picture- book homestead painted white with a grey roof. To her horror and alarm, Romona's eyes filled with strange, lost tears, so that she had to blink furiously and furtively as they approached the front door.

I looked at the words once more while the book hovered below my nose. "Remember to envision my house Ren. What is behind that door? Do you remember the aroma's of my house? What colours do you remember seeing. I want you to consider all of those factors." I shut my eyes and let my imagination get to work. The pictures in my mind weren't entirely vivid but I did see slow flashing images of the polished wooden floors that had large-scaled coverage throughout the entire house. The high white ceiling and the corridor walls were painted in blood-burgundy hues.

Lady Brume just nods to Orenda and it seems they understand each other. Orenda take me to her room and Mia was beside me, still quiet and just looking at me. Orenda’s room was not that big. It has just a long sofa and on the other corner is her bed with a white lace hanging on it. It looks too comfortable, and its so inviting to lie down and take a sleep. Other than that, there is no special on her room aside from the dozens of bottle display on the left corner of this room. I wonder what they are? Are they the magic spell just like my Aunt Salina made?

"I wanted to give you something as beautiful as you are." Her eyes, not green now, but bronze in the golden light of the sunset which streams through into the cabin, rise to meet mine, then drop. The engines vibrate through the ship, but the noise isn't unpleasant, a regular chug-chug that is settling, almost soothing. The land is thickly draped in snow, but under the light of the sunset is not white. Instead, the molten gold of the sun reflects in frozen fire. We pass dwellings, built in the local style from timber and painted in pastel candy colours of pale blue, primrose and soft pink. To my eye they look ridiculous; houses built for munchkins and pixies. Little children's wendy-huts in p

“I’ll get the food ready. Maki-chan, Kenta, come help. Akiko, you can show them the rooms that they will be using.” “Yes. Leave it to me!” Aki-chan saluted and so did the other two kids. While they ran off head towards the kitchen, Aki-chan, still being carried by me, verbally guided us to our rooms which were right next to each other. Once Hiro-san had gone and left his backpack in his room, he came over to mine. “It’s a really big traditional house.” “It’s ancestral property. It’s been in the family for over two centuries.” “I didn’t know they were so well-off.”

Alive. White stone walls caught the dying sunlight, glowing like molten gold. Tall arched windows climbed two full stories, each framed with dark carved wood and climbing ivy. A wide balcony wrapped around the upper floor, covered in soft lantern light, and the front doors were made of massive oak, engraved with ancient runes. I slowly turned in a circle, my mouth parting. “This is… this is your house?” I asked. Draven scratched the back of his neck, suddenly shy. “Yeah. I mean… it isn’t much, but it’s home.”

Swimming could be a great way to get my strength up. Theonardo led us over a hill, and as we dipped down it, a stunning brick house came into view. The outside of it was a soft beige colour, looking rustic and cosy, and not too modern. The roof was darker brown and was tiled immaculately, every one of them placed in a perfect line. I gazed at the wooden door, a small letterbox placed by it that had been painted a soft blue colour.

Oren The Victorian District. That's what they called this area of Savannah. I'd been here before, to this exact house. In many ways, it reminded me of the brownstones in Brooklyn, but made of wood and with more color. In the darkness the colors were muted, but during the day, they were like a rainbow, blues and greens, even shades of pink. The houses were semi-detached, giving each a side yard, yet their floor plans were similar to what I had known. The structure was narrow, deep, and tall. Without the woodwork and architectural bric-a-brac, they would resemble the old shotgun style seen more frequently in New Orleans.

Someone like Orian of course, this person would love seclusion just like he did, perfect for each other. Perfect for him to cheat with, a small voice reminded me. There was a low brick fence surrounding the house and Orian walked through its entrance aiming for the door. Cora examined the house as I instructed her and from that, I could tell that it was painted all white with hardly any sign of life around except the flower bushes surrounding it, they most definitely served as ornaments and a window upstairs with its room illuminated which we could tell my the light reflecting out of it. I could see the form of a woman with long hair bustling around, her shadow moving behind the curtains and

She is no longer afraid. Olwen's eyes widened, observing every little detail of the house. From space, layout, and use of furniture. In general, the house is relatively simple, consisting of 2 separate floors. What is unique is the optimal use of oak wood for flooring, furniture, and stairs. Entering the grounds of the house, you are greeted by the porch and the walkway with a view of the open landscape in front of you. Next are the living room, kitchen, and dining area. The highlight of the house is that it is comfortably decorated with modern furniture, but still has the rustic and simple beauty of wood.