Little Space Test Novels & Stories

Then said quietly “Separation distance.” Silence. Lena blinked. “You want to… move away from me?” Zayden nodded once. “Yes.” A pause. “Just to see if the effect reduces.” Lena’s throat tightened slightly. “And if it doesn’t?” Zayden didn’t answer immediately. Because that meant something worse. That distance might not matter anymore. Eliot leaned back slowly. “Distance testing has begun,” he said quietly. A technician asked, “Should we intervene?” Eliot shook his head.

"I have done stranger things in the past but really? Of course, I am. My life is on the line. Shouldn't I let him try to protect me on some level from a threat I don't know about? One that seems a little too close to home, and the one that may be in my home?" She realized then that everyone had been done for a bit. "Sorry guys, kind of an off day for me.", She said with a smile as she continued on through how the quick drug and blood tests work. They were small indeed about the size of a small index card. She should tell them the different test that they could be used for and then sat back as she watched them try the first and second times before they would change stations and try a new test

Dad has no clue I’ve been creaming my panties for his best friend for years. The second I got off my dad’s SUV, my eyes landed straight on my dad’s best friend. Knox Vance. Fuck. He was standing right there in the doorway of his huge lakeside cabin like some god who owned the whole damn summer. Six-four of thick muscle and oh my god those gray sweatpants… Jesus Christ on a fucking cracker. The outline of his cock hung there between those powerful hockey thighs, thick and long and swinging like it already knew it wanted to stretch a tight little hole open.

Her scanned test appeared for all to see. A unified gasp filled the room. "Why are there so many blank sections?!" a teacher exclaimed.

As expected, Ivy seemed satisfied after viewing the first apartment. "Mom, how much is this place? I feel like it's a little too big for me. I wish there was a smaller apartment." A sheepish expression appeared on Elliot's face when he heard what Ivy said. "Haha. This isn't that big. It's quite cheap, and real estate properties around this area tend to be more spacious. The apartments in this residential area can go up to 130 and 150 square feet! This is already the smallest one," Avery said.

And like that, we were in front of my quarters at the east end of the long walkway. “Let’s get in,” he said. “Wow, a huge flat screen television, and is that a game console?” he asked, with a hint of excitement. “Yeah, it is a Playbox series R pro infinity edition” “What the heck is that!? What type of naming sense is that?” he replied, laughing hysterically. “Okay now, let’s get to class”. Then he said; “System, take us to the realm of infinity.”

Sam): “Glad you received it. On Wednesday we’ll begin with a full evaluation before moving forward. I recall you felt unsteady last time standing in heels with your feet apart can be tiring. I suggest you practice today and tomorrow to build comfort.” DING! (Preshy): “Okay, I can do that. But I don’t have the floor markers like you do at your office. What should I use?” DING! (Dr. Sam): “They’re spaced about four feet apart. Use a tape measure and place objects on the floor to guide you. Let me know if you need anything.” DING! (Preshy): “Got it. I’ll tell you how it goes.” I pushed aside any unease and dove back into work. Later that afternoon

I roared, making her jump. “I-it takes up to 15 minutes, Madame De Sangre. I-I c-can’t make it go faster. I wish I could, but—” Her words trailed off as she reached for a test with her face paling a little. She raised it up to eye level before holding it out to me. I took it from her with trembling hands, looking everywhere but at the test gripped tightly within them. The doctor looked down at the other tests, quickly moving some away from the others. I let out a shaky breath before looking down at the test, sinking down to my knees as I stared at the two little pink lines on the test. I pressed my hand into my stomach.

About the fact that whatever came next, we would meet it standing on solid ground instead of the shaky, uncertain place I had been in before. I look down at the little window on the test. Two lines. Clear and no guessing required. I stay perched there on the edge of the tub for a long moment. I rest my hand on my stomach. Still completely flat. Storm turned six months old just yesterday. I am probably only a few weeks along, nothing shows yet. Just this private knowledge, this small early truth that exists right now only inside this bathroom, between me and a cheap plastic stick and whatever tiny life is beginning to grow.

“I’m okay.” “No pain in your wound?” “No.” “Wonderful. We’re going to do your speed test next.” They all walked to the edge of the room where a track was painted. It followed the wall all around the city block the building inhabited. “How far is it?” Eason asked, interested. “Just under three-fourths of a mile.” Dr. Bunder lined Nyla up at the starting line. “What was her last time?” The doctor checked her notes. “forty-six seconds.”