Your Little Space Novels & Stories

As I ascend the stairs. I hear Dad call out “I’m not far behind you sweetpea just locking up down here.” Finding my room on the first floor I see that my bed is already built, and my boxes are scattered around the open space. Putting down my things I brought in from the car I start to open some of the boxes to find what I need.

Hardin chuckled. "Don't call him that ever," Clara warned angrily. She was locked up in here because of them, when she got to the last step, she looked around carefully. It was a small bedroom, who would live in a fridge? Was this like a hideout of what? There was a bowl of fruits on the small table next to the bed, there was a wardrobe at the corner and a door which is suspect would lead to the bathroom, the only thing missing in here was a window, how could one breathe in here.

Everything about him reminded me of my favorite male lead character from my all time Romance book “ Make Me Yours Tonight” “About your test,some of you did well while others not so well” Mr Richard said distributing our scripts. “Good job Stephanie.” He said to me while dropping my script. I was so surprised to find out I had an A. English was the only subject I had struggled to get an A for weeks now . It was either a B or C . The smile on my face was second to none. I was still staring at my script when Mr Richard announced that he was giving us a break for 30 mins. He walked out of the class leaving those who were rejoicing rejoicing and those who were mad mad.

She taps her chin before muttering quietly to herself, "No food for me then." She sighed, before deciding to go to her room in order to have a good sleep. Her stomach was growling but she didn't have the energy to go outside just to buy food to eat. Although she could use her smartphone for ordering online, her eyelids were beginning to flutter close at the sight of her peaceful bedroom, making it hard for her to even order anything. In contrast to the state of her apartment's living room, her bedroom was clean and well organized. The style of the room was minimal, where there wasn't even a single picture of anything from anywhere, just some furniture and stuff that is necessary for a person

And it was the only thing there . "The house was well lit, apart from the dust and cobwebs here and there, with the water flowing through the ground, Madeline should feel the entire house and she found out that it was safe, there was no life here apart from her, she walked further into the house, it was quiet and damp, but Madeline felt that the castle was even creepier than the house. So far she had counted, three rooms, one living room , a kitchen, there was only a mini green house and surprisingly all the flowers and herbs and vegetables, were still alive.

Comfort and love embraces every little surface. I walk over to the small bedroom. The apartment only has one bedroom which belongs to Nicholas. The walls are painted light blue and a dark blue comforter rests on the small bed. The small floorspace is covered in toys of superheros and cars. Those must be his favorite kinds of toys. I pick up a figure of superman. It is old and scruffy. Surely a hand me down like most things in the apartment. I carefully place it on his bed.

Betty verified the problem with the space. “It only needs to fit items for one residence at a time. Once the first is gone, we’ll pull for the next and have it waiting for delivery when the next residence is fully cleaned.” Tara reminded everyone within the room that they weren’t working in all six places at once, and it wasn’t like these were large spaces. They were spaces where one or two people would live at most. Some wolves barely used their spaces. Preferring to be with other pack members. The space was only used to sleep, and dress. Maybe a place if they needed some quiet time. So the residences weren’t much more than a bathroom, and a large space where they could sleep, sit, and stor

She snapped. "Sorry," she mumbled. "Do one thing, give the medicines to your baba, cook for everyone, clean the house, I am leaving for work and I will be late today. There is a party in madam's house so I have to serve them," the mother announced. "Ok," she quietly nodded and entered the room from where her mother came out. The house was small, one room, a verandah attached with a kitchen and a bathroom. Four people took shelter in that small house, which included the girl, her parents, and her elder brother.

Hope is one of the reasons we try to survive on our worst days. “Oh, please come inside.” She covers her mouth and coughs as I set my foot into the room. It’s a tiny space, a room which ends after two to three steps. A little kitchen is located in the corner of the room, a bathroom on the other corner, a bed, and clothes are folded on the mattress. Basically, a studio apartment but in the size of a bathroom, way smaller than that. A little boy is sleeping on the bed with his open mouth. He is taking breath slowly, sometimes with his nose, sometimes with his mouth, just like Miles. He resembles a lot like my papa than any other of my siblings.

A few medals and awards were displayed just outside of the dinning too but I paid no attention to that. My sharp claws were out and I inscribed “ivy” in bold letters on the wooden dining table. The entire dining room is a square table with just four seats, one on each side which is understandable for a family as small as theirs, they don’t even seem to take visitors much.