Yellow Wallpaper Novels & Stories

Sold to Diaz Cartel . Chapter 3: give it your all or die trying to escape . The inside of the room is quite boring, an unexpected view for Althea. It is her first time seeing anything past the velvet doors, she is not quite sure why she hoped for something a bit less mundane. Warm yellow light shines on the walls covered by a fading red wallpaper, there is only a double sized bed in the middle of the room and a small bed side table with a single bottle of whiskey and a glass.

she looked around the room, everything was nicely arranged, there was a makeup table with a mirror on it, and a chair, the bed looked extremely large with lovely patterned sheets, and there was a bedside lamp, it all looked furnished, and modern, except for the purple wallpaper. " I do, but, the wallpaper, gosh, it's an absolute eyesore." " I told them peach would have been better.. Freya I - um- I know I shouldn't be -" he knew this wasn't the right time to talk about this, but he had to.

A wide rectangular room with a Grey wallpaper that has cactus rose colored swirlings on it. My feet move forward without my command, taking in the decorations of the room. Don't know which is big between this room and the one back home. Wind blows the cream colored satin curtains that cover the open balcony. Whistling in the fresh smell of the vines and wet tress.... Vines?

Theo took a sip of coffee, then added with a smirk, “Might wanna get checked. Could be alien parasites. Or just iron deficiency.” I almost smiled. Almost. But something inside me twisted instead. I looked around the room. The walls were lined with yellow wallpaper, the kind with faded floral patterns that probably looked charming thirty years ago. There were doilies on the side tables and a crocheted blanket draped over the worn-out couch in the corner. An old grandfather clock stood against the wall, ticking steadily in the silence between words. It was a house with history. It felt inherited. Not lived in, not exactly, but held onto. “Where are we?” I asked,

I managed out, my voice almost a whisper. James pushed the phone closer to me and leaned back on his seat, turning it a bit to give me more privacy. His little gesture kind of warmed my heart, giving me the boost of energy to speak and when I took up the phone to speak loudly, all that met me was an enlarged image of a yellow themed sponge cake. What? I blinked in disbelief, tapping the screen but got nothing else other than a view of other phone applications. So that means... that...that initial screen... of a YELLOW CAKE was James's wallpaper?

The widow’s only daughter had taken out all her personal belongings before listing the house for rent, but she’d left everything essential behind. The outer walls were painted blue, though the paint was pretty worn out. Verônica unlocked the front door and turned on the light. The interior walls were white, and the floor was wooden. Because of all the trees around, the house was dark and damp. The smell of mildew inside bothered me a bit.

I mean, I didn't even know how bad it was till Doctor found me on the floor of my room, grasping my hand in pain and she checked it for me and took me to her room which was different from ours and yet, still the same. Her walls had a dull yet cool colour to it, but around it was a white bed with two white comforters and a white duvet, a caramel coloured vanity desk and wardrobe, a chocolate coloured couch, armchair and chaise lounge, red curtains— And a yellow grand piano. It looked like it was just newly painted anyway. She never told me what the significance meant but I could tell a bit. The room looked like a black and white scene from some dreary movie but when you saw the colour around

Amelia entered the beautiful hallway, the wooden floor gleamed, and her eye was taken immediately with the beautiful hand-painted copy of the Georgian Chinese yellow wallpaper. It was like walking into an exotic garden. Birds of Paradise fluttered about the wallpaper their long red and blue tail feathers curling among the branches of hand-painted trees and flowers. Amelia had never seen anything so stunning; she loved it! She turned in a circle taking in all of the hallway: the original marble fireplace, the sweeping staircase, and the Chippendale tables. The two red canopied leather porter's chairs sat in front of the fireplace. It looked a comfortable and sn

I could not concentrate easily. My eyes absently ran over this delightful corner of my large L-shaped kitchen. This little area was my refuge. The cheerful yellow wallpaper created a sunny disposition no matter how low and weary I felt. adorned with the unlacquered copper pots I had picked from a flea market once a long while ago, the soapstone counters that quickly patina, and a simple central dining table instead of a kitchen island, the kitchen's lived-in atmosphere instantly makes anyone who enters feel right at home.

Everyday I look at myself in the transparent frame and I say today is gonna be different. but then, I forget who I am and nothing is ever different in my world. _Yara Williams πππ The interior of the largely spaced building was painted white. So white that you could already imagine heaven's abode in the building except the smell of disinfectants and drugs wafting through your nostrils to draw you back from your dreamy imaginations. Doctors on white coating paraded the hallway either talking to their colleagues or with their patients, while nurses on scrubs trailed behind the doctors either taking down notes while listening in rapt attention to whatever the doctor was saying or attending to