Yellow Wallpaper Novels & Stories

*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.

MIRABELLE. ONE MONTH LATER I shoved another spoonful of soggy cornflakes into my mouth. The milk was warm. The heater in the corner of the room hummed with a rattling noise, doing nothing to chase away the damp chill clinging to the peeling yellow wallpaper of the small apartment. I chewed slowly, swallowing the mush. Celestia paced the narrow space between the worn-out sofa and the scratched coffee table. She kicked at a loose piece of linoleum flooring.

Without a doubt, Gabriel's grandfather focused more on comfort than aesthetics when it came to bathing. Curious, she opened a small cabinet in one of the corners, finding the most diverse cleaning items possible, including fluffy towels. Picking up one of them, she continued to walk towards the shower, looking around, until, just as she was about to hang up the towel to wait for Gabriel's arrival, she noticed, curiously, that there was a smooth difference in the wallpaper in front of the shower. Curious, Andy moved closer to observe why a large circular spot there seemed to be lighter than its surroundings and, surprisingly, touching it, something gave way, revealing that the problem was not

As I pinned her to the wall, her concentration wavered, and she shifted back into herself. The air soured, filling with the stench of something rotting. All around me the wallpaper began to peel. The walls themselves began growing splotches of black mold that infected the room, creeping along the floor until the boards began to pop out of place. Veins of it circled my feet, pulsing with life and hunger. Kimberly’s laugh brought my eyes to her once more. This was all an illusion, I realized. An illusion, and yet I could smell the rot clinging to the air. Could feel the wet humidity creep throughout the room as if she truly were causing everything to decay.

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.

Cassie. Violet’s apartment was small—smaller than I had imagined, even though she’d warned me beforehand. But I didn’t mind. The place felt like an extension of her, every inch reflecting the vibrant and chaotic personality I’d come to know in the short time we’d spent together. The walls were covered in an odd but strangely fitting combination of posters—bold feminist slogans, vintage werewolf pack history prints, and even a few cheesy romance movie posters. I couldn’t help but smile at the mismatched aesthetic.

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”.