The Cottage Novels & Stories

If her presences could smoothly hover that minuscule of liberation my way when I normally would never be permitted to lock and unlock the door to my room at my own will, then my dad most certainly has gone bonkers to think I won't do everything within my leverage to keep my source of maximum liberation alive. I headed for the cellar in a dash with my candle in hand since it was a dark path but in no time truly, had I stepped foot on a marshy bed of grasses. Quickly I dipped the ring of my keys into my pocket and dismissed the candlestick in the grass, barely sure if I'd put out the fire blazing on top at all but I left that for the wind to worry about. I sprinted till I was standing right be

I smiled then stood. I walked into the cottage on the beach then got in. The cottage was very dark. It had a bed for two, three chairs with a small wooden table. It had a small television with a wardrobe and three drawers. There was also a door that led to a very small toilet. There were two standing fans and three small windows in the cottage. I sank into the bed. I was too tired and my back ached so much. I was slowly dozing off even though it wasn't intentional.

Shane said as the car pulled down a dirt drive with trees lining each side. I watched out the window as a lovely little cottage came into view. It was old but very well kept it was brick so had a lovely red look to it on the outside. As I got out I breathed deeply enjoying the slight breeze, Shane came round the car and wrapped his arm around my waist gently. We walked into the cottage and I gasped. It was completely different inside it was sleek and clean. It was lovely baige and light blues, fully furnished with a larger than needed kitchen. My stomach growled and Shane raised an eyebrow at me. I blushed and giggled up at his face.

that was what he had told her…when they had shared their first kiss. She still knew that it was her and Solomon’s secret. The Spirit Walker and the Soul Walker together was nothing more than a disaster brewing and then they had both ruined it. The small cottage was perched on the plain near the woods, so old and poor that it was surprising how it was still standing. And yet it seemed 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 clearly 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, and thi

Deep in the thickets of the forest stood a lonely cottage bathing under the silvery light of the full pearly moon. The cottage is small and bore not many decorations but it is lovely and peaceful, though it is not as grand as the extravagant houses down the village it has a homely feel to it and child-like charms making it radiate a comfortable aura.

She even nudged me to catch my attention. I've been in a small cottage that I made. It was made with leaves and tree branches. It was situated on the side of Papa's small land which was surrounded with corn and sugarcanes of the two haciendas of our town. The cottage I made was just small, just to have a place to study or to be alone. But because of Jen, we're both using the cottage to study together.

The woman inside the kitchen says aloud when I ignore it and climb up the wooden stairs. Even though I don't know where I'm supposed to go after entering this cottage for the first time. It's warm and cosy— not so bright as the ones I have been living all my life. It's too small in height as I can feel the roof just a few inches above. I bet Christian has to bend his head all the damn time inside this cottage. He's so fucking tall! The entire cottage is made of wood and a few lanterns are making it look even more aesthetic. I think I'm in love with this place already. There's only one room on the top court.

I said. The cottage sat up on a hill overlooking the harbour. White walled, it was in fairly good condition with a grassy path that led down to the beach. The black rocks around the cliffs had turned orange, crusted with the tiny shells of long-dead sea creatures, stained by the seaweed that rotted all along the shore. We gained access with my skeleton key and found an interior that had been decorated with comfort in mind. It had one bedroom, a kitchen and a lounge. The latter housed a television; a CD player with speakers and a small fax/photocopying machine but surprisingly no landline telephone. On one lounge wall was a large cross-stitched tapestry

he said, pointing ahead. Rachel lifted her head to look and found herself staring at a beautiful cottage built with wood and bricks, and surrounded by huge glass windows and doors. There was a row of wildflower bushes planted around the house, and the walkway was lined with huge pots of plants. It was the perfect spot for an intimate getaway and Rachel fell in love with it at once. “It’s amazing,” she whispered in awe. “I agree. Now, let’s go in and get out of these wet clothes.” “Do you have a key to get inside?”

They completed me just as I completed them. Kai swept me up into his arms and carried me bridal style up the wooden steps until I could truly see the beauty of the cottage. It was a large two-story wooden cottage nestled within the trees and with the backdrop of the mountains. Its high windows were perfectly placed so that natural sunlight would flood the interior. It was nighttime by now, but the porch was lit by orbs from Aedrul. Their white lights casted a beautiful silhouette onto the cottage. Sneaky Papa. He did not even give me a heads up.