Tiny Room Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Yes, he would get angry but I just wanted to take a look. And when I turned the gold-made knob, I slightly pushed the door open and closed one eye as I peek in to see if Tiny, as they called the puppy, was there but he was nowhere to be seen hence I opened the door fully and I was stunned. My jaw dropped, I thought I would find some luxurious room with so many expensive things, but to my surprise, the room was just normal. I walked in and closed the door. My eyes shifted around and I smiled. It smelled lovely, like the man himself and I guessed it was so because the room was his

A LOADED THREAT, AN EMPTY VIAL MILA I knocked on the door of the small room, my heart thudding in my chest for reasons I couldn't fathom. “Come in.” The door gave way under my hands, and I stepped into the room, lit only by a small lamp and nothing else. My eyes traveled over the expanse of the cramped space - one chair, one table, and a bed that was so thin you could roll your way underneath it if you slept rough.

Andrew I stepped into the small empty circle of her tiny apartment, the size of one-fourth of my bathroom, and looked around. The place, aside from the cramped-up space, looked decent enough. She had a tiny bed, a reading table with books piled on it, a tiny wardrobe, a door leading to a tiny kitchen, another door leading to what I believe should be a tiny restroom. Yes. Everything was tiny. I turned and looked at her still leaning on the door, taking in deep, calming breaths.

Naomi I follow Jasper up the narrow windy staircase as he leads me to the room the floorboards creak like a sinking ship as a draft whistles from the thin glass windows as we pass. The sun is rising a bright golden glow as my eyes itch from being so tired. I’m dead on my feet, but until Jasper leaves, I can’t relax yet. He seems harmless enough, but I can already feel my gashes on my back reopening. We stop at the end of the hall as he opens a small wooden door. “I’m afraid it’s not much but it will eh … just have a look at see what you think,” he mutters as we both step into the small room that may as well be a closet. Not exactly what I was hoping for, but it’s a roof over my head. There i

“Breakfast at seven if you’re still here. Towels are in the cupboard. If the heating makes a noise just kick the pipe under the sink, it settles.” “Thank you,” I said. She smiled and went back to wherever she’d come from. We went upstairs wordlessly. I couldn’t push the thought of sharing a room with Damien out of my mind. The room was small. That was the first and most persistent fact about it. A bed, a nightstand, a chair in the corner, a narrow window with rain running down it. A bathroom through a door on the left. Everything was clean and warm and approximately the size of a generous cupboard.

"Go up and sleep. Radiator's already yelling, don't let it scare you, it's all talk. Like me." I climbed the narrow stairs with my one suitcase and stood in the doorway of a room the size of a closet, with a screaming radiator and a running toilet and a window that looked out on an alley, and it was, I understood suddenly, the first place in years that no one could take from me because no one knew I was in it. I sat on the edge of the little bed and pressed both hands flat to my stomach. "We made it," I whispered. "Day one. We made it."

It looked lived-in but rarely used. A couch. A small kitchen. A staircase leading upstairs. Functional. Nothing luxurious. “Upstairs,” Damien said. He pushed me toward the staircase. We entered a small bedroom at the end of the hall. The room contained a single bed, a wooden chair, and a narrow window that overlooked the forest. Damien stepped back toward the door. “You’ll stay here.” Before I could respond— Click. The door locked from the outside. I exhaled slowly. “Wonderful.”

Halfway through, the baby gave a sharp kick. "Excuse you," I laughed, pressing a hand against my stomach. "You could let me finish chewing first." Mom smiled across the table. "At the rate you're eating, you're going to get terrible heartburn." "I regret nothing," I said, reaching for my water glass. She set her fork down and leaned in. "So tell me, how'd you manage at the chapter house?" "Someone was always snoring, and the bathrooms were shared," I said, rolling my eyes. "I had to pile up blankets every night just to find a position that didn't hurt my back."

Chapter: 13. ******* Steven opened his eyes to be greeted by an extremely bright light, and he closed them again. When he did open them back up, the lights weren't all that bright anymore. The walls are just plain white, where the hell are his pictures? And why is his room so small? The hell...

She asked calmly while still focused on her book. "What chapter are you now?" I asked as she replied, "I'm still on chapter 5. I just couldn't stop reading this part." I then looked at her with curiousness, "What's written on it?" "It is just some short poem. Do you want me to read it to you?" She asked as she looked up at me. "Of course," I said. "Hallways feel like closed space the floor is cold as ice. Kids embraced me with gross stares,