During hard times, you rent out the spare bedroom in your flat, but the people who apply and visit get increasingly more peculiar.
Each character in this short story should have their own clear development arc, showcasing many personalities in one story.
I sit down with a heavy sigh.
This is it. I finally got a reply to the add I sent out about my room-for-rent. I only have a few minutes to get myself together before I really have to sell the space.
Or I have to go back home, and deal with the fallout.
A knock on the door prevented me from getting lost in that thought.
Time to meet Joe Shmoe.
As soon as I open the door, I ...
Character 1: Alex - The Obsessive Organizer
Alex was an extreme perfectionist, with a penchant for organization that bordered on obsession. His application for the apartment was meticulous, complete with color-coded charts and lists.
Character 2: Zoe - The Quirky Collector
Zoe had a peculiar obsession with collecting unusual items. Her room was a treasure trove of strange artifacts, from vintage ...
The loud drumbeats of a parade greeted Monica's ears, waking her from what was possibly the best sleep she'd had in months. Turning over with all the stubbornness of a newly awakened lioness, she groaned as she checked the clock on her nightstand.
"Fucking four in the morning? "she growled. "Who the hell is that?"
Leaping from the bed witha dramatic swish of her bedsheets, Monica stomped to the ...
One year ago today, I divorced my narcissistic asshole of a husband.
Now, I make ends meet working three jobs to raise my two kids, and yet that’s still not enough! So, I decided to rent out a spare bedroom in our small flat. In the span of a week, I’ve gotten three calls.
“Hello! Are you Ms. James? The one renting a spare room?”
The voice on the line was high pitched, as if a child w...
I like my privacy. I don’t particularly like other people. But right now it’s a choice between trying to find one person I can tolerate and two people I know I can’t - my parents.
Ever since they cut my hours at work, I’ve been struggling to make the rent. I have to find a roommate or I’m going to have to give up the place and move home or, more likely, into my 1998 Taurus.
I knew finding someon...
There was another thud and a muffled grunt from the wall.
Cedric. Hopefully, I wouldn’t have to patch another hole in the wall.
The little weasel.
Correction: Giant weasel.
My name is Jenny, and my best friend is roughly 6’9”, rather furry, but good natured, and, if you don’t mind his inclination to shred the cushions to make himself a cozy burrow in the linen closet, he’s… nea...
The shadows of our thoughts, they dance and play,In the corners of our minds, where secrets lay. They whisper softly, like a gentle breeze. Revealing desires, fears, and memories.
In darkness they dwell, unseen and unknown,Yet their presence is felt with a soft tone.They shape our dreams, our hopes and our doubts,Guiding us through life’s twists and turns.
They hold the power to inspire and dece...
Brad and Janet, you know who?
Dr. Frankfurter, is that you?
Oh yes, darlings, it is me.
Room for rent, can I see?
I need room for Rocky, he’s right here.
Hell mostly sleep, didn’t you hear?
Magenta and Riff Raff, have gone home.
We decided to travel, shall we roam.
We didn’t get far, just up the street.
Before these heels … my tired feet.
Needing a rest, we saw your sign.
Room for rent, just in ti...
After the website ad had been posted, Lily got hubdreds of requests for her spare bedroom. Josh was the first one.
That Monday afternoon, Josh walked into the place with pizzazz. The door had swung open, creating a bang when it hit the wall. Ome of his hands held his Starbucks coffee cup while the other gently played with the feathers and puffs on his pink boa around his neck.
"Good afternoon, ...
I lived in a family of eleven. It was a pretty full house. The house had exactly eight bedrooms. Two kids per bedroom took up five bedrooms, one kid got the sixth room, me and my husband had the seventh room, and no one ever entered the eighth room. It belonged to no one, and the door had never been opened to that room.
The eleven kids’ names were: Mellie, Amy, Carrie, Elizabeth, Kayla, Jamie (bo...
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