Yellow Wallpaper Novels & Stories

She wore her other accessories before picking a white bag she had selected to go with. When she stepped out of the closet, her lips stretched into a small smile at the pristine walls of the room. Anyone who wasn't used to a woman like Sophie would probably scream their guts out at the amount of whiteness the room was coated in. Her obsession with white had led her to that. Bathed in soft, ethereal light, the space exudes an air of refinement and sophistication. The walls were adorned with intricately textured white wallpaper, creating a strange yet delicate sense of opulence.

she called. Surprised at her sudden choice to have me stay in her presence a second longer, I turned. She paced the room, stopping at the bed. "This room," she paused. "How does it look to you?" She looked around, inviting me to do the same. I had an idea what she was driving at. I did not say anything in reply, merely raised a brow in inquiry. "Well, for one it is too bright," She said, answering her own question. Her lips curled in distaste as she looked at the wall."The wallpaper is pink- pink!" she repeated indignantly. "The bedsheets, the pillows, and the whole decor are unsuitable."

His eyes were so dark blue that they would seem black in lesser light. He was so skinny that she could see his bones. He must not eat very well, she thought. Then she considered that. Of course, he didn’t eat very well. He lived in the walls! Veronica decided that she would start bringing leftovers to her room at night. He was covered in dust and dirt so on first glance you would not see how truly pale his skin was. It was so white that it appeared to have a blue tint to it. Light blue, what an odd skin color, she mused.

*Hazel* The room was unexpectedly large and modernly furnished. I had anticipated complete darkness, thinking it would mirror the outside night, but I was immediately shocked. It was nothing like I imagined. The room was themed in gold and white, making it sparkle and feel almost ethereal, as if every surface had been touched by sunlight. The décor was elegant yet comfortable, a perfect balance between luxury and warmth.

Lotte had seen plenty of times in which those eyes came into play; however, they had never been directed at her. Thrown off, she let Teresa lead her into a very beautiful space. It was floral in a way that most men wouldn’t have thought to decorate - with daisy prints on vases and pictures. The wallpaper was a soft purple and trimmed with gold. Everything was placed with care, like something from an 1800s romance novel. Raising an eyebrow, Lotte turned her attention toward Victoria and Sara, who were both watching her with amusement. “Am I in the wrong house?” The girl questioned.

POV Anastasia Zoey Montelli ’s office gives me straight-up psychiatric hospital vibes. Like, not the modern, P*******t-worthy therapy spaces you see on I*******m. This is more “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest” energy. The walls are this sickly beige color that probably has some fancy name like “Calming Wheat” or “Serene Oat,” but honestly just looks like someone mixed vanilla pudding with sadness. There’s this massive desk that screams “I have authority issues” sitting in the center like a wooden fortress. Behind it, diplomas hang in perfectly straight lines—so many you’d think she collected them like Pokemon cards.

“Curtis hired an artist a while back to come here to repaint the wallpaper, to give it new life. Even though it’s been a while since he painted this room, it still looks fresh. I will say I was nervous about it. The Historical Society has been gunning to make the Gregory Estate a protected property for years now, and having someone come in and rip up the place didn’t sit well with me, but… looks like the guy just brought the wallpaper back to life, is all.” “It must have taken that poor man hours to do this,” Helen whispers, her eyes wide as she scans the room. I stare at the wallpaper and wonder what’s so damn special about it when Helen turns to me and says, “It’s original to the house, i

my laugh becoming more and more uncontrollable. “You should be happy I don’t crave werewolf brain, no one will be safe in this house” she says with a mouthful. As I step closer to her, I notice the intricately designed wallpaper in the room, adorned with delicate floral patterns that add a touch of elegance to the space. The room itself is neat and tidy, with soft lighting that creates a warm and cozy ambiance. “Are the wallpapers new?” I ask out of sheer curiosity and she gives a honest response. “Silver was out for some time and she thinks they’ll look lovely in the room”.

People said she was only nice to me because of the Lloyd family. Well, Liliana probably got what she wanted. "Zack, I noticed your clothes were all dirty yesterday, so I picked out a few for you. Don't worry, I've only worn them once. You don't mind, do you?" Walter said, holding up his cast-offs like trophies. All eyes were on us at that moment. I was hit with a flashback of all the times I was awkwardly bested by Walter. However, those embarrassments seemed like nothing after surviving five years in what felt like hell.

He didn’t have to step inside very far to see the decay, rot, and trash. The paint was peeling off the wall in various places. There was yellow tape crossed six different ways in front of the elevator doors. In-wall mailboxes made up one side of the wall. The corners of the ceiling had black mold. Fast food wrappers, flyers, and dirt were lined against the walls. There was a big trash can in the corner, but it was overflowing. And worse of all there was a bum who was propped up against the wall sleeping away. Bruce didn’t have to go to the second floor to know it really was a shit building. He couldn’t imagine what Beverly’s apartment actually looked like.