Little Space Test Novels & Stories

I find a bathroom on the second floor, far from Ivy's room, far from Zephyr, far from anyone who might see me. I lock the door. I lean against it. I take a breath. Then I take the tests. Two minutes. Two minutes is all it takes. I don't look. I can't look. I stare at the wall and count the seconds and wait for my life to change either way. The timer on my phone goes off. I look. Negative. Both of them. Negative. I stare at the tests. I blink. I look again. Negative. "No," I whisper. "No, that's not—"

But sitting here in her kitchen on a Sunday morning with the settlement signed and Dave measuring his future bedroom with a tape measure he had found in the hall closet, the answer was simple. “Ready,” she said. “I’m ready.” Mac looked at her face. Then he nodded once and picked up his coffee. From down the hallway: “The room is three point two metres by four point one. That’s within acceptable parameters.” Mac and Cloe both looked toward the hallway. “Acceptable parameters for what,” Cloe called back. “For a bedroom with adequate circulation space and a study corner.” A pause. “Sophia will disagree with me about the study corner but she can disagree from her own room.”

“You know the drill. I can’t do anything till you get down.” I groaned as Tinkerbell jumped with excitement making my futon bed shake before jumping onto the small floor area. I really should find a bigger place. Eighty square feet is not a big enough place for Tinkerbell and me, as she will keep getting bigger. But I can’t afford a bigger apartment.

My mind is completely preoccupied that I didn't notice that we're already reached our destination. My heart beats faster as we reached the room. This is called "Audio-Visual Room" one of the facilities that are built to test the usability factor of a product. In front, there's a decent-sized monitor, 3 meters away from the monitor you'll see the rectangular granite table, walk a couple of steps away from where the table is, you'll see reach 2 rows with 10 student desk chairs. On the right side is a small window for ventilation purposes.

Soon, Little Candy dispelled Caspian's doubts with practical actions. There was space in this courtyard. Think about it, Flame Gordon could create a sea in the courtyard, which showed how big the space inside was. Therefore, Caspian didn't need to take Little Candy out. Little Candy could take a test in the courtyard. And so far, Caspian had only laid a foundation of the formation in this courtyard, not even one-tenth, so there was no need to worry about the impact on the trial test of Little Candy.

The testing room was colder than she expected. White walls, white floor, no clock, no windows. Just the steady hum of the overhead lights and a long metal table with six chairs. Nuri took the last one on the end, her fingers clenching and unclenching around the cheap black pen they’d given her. The test packet in front of her was thick—at least a hundred pages—and sealed at the edges like some kind of state secret. She wasn’t alone. Three girls sat to her left—purebreds. Impeccably groomed, uniforms tailored to flatter. One of them—Mira, she thought—shot her a look and whispered to the blonde beside her, loud enough to be heard.

His voice settled in the quiet room, like he was leaving a final opening for the test that had been proposed but not yet decided. "An initial test only needs a small dose. If the body shows rejection, heart rate will accelerate, temperature will rise, but it won't be immediately fatal. If there's no severe reaction within five minutes, it's a preliminary pass." He closed the box and set it on the table. "You can decide now, or tomorrow. But your line won't wait."

My hands feel impossibly heavy as I reach toward the sink. Slowly. Very slowly. I lift my eyes. And I look. One line. Then— I blink. No. Not one. Two. Two clear lines. My breathing stops. I stare at the test. Maybe I am seeing things. Maybe it is blurry. Maybe my eyes are playing tricks on me. I lean closer. Two lines. Strong. Clear. Impossible to deny. The room suddenly feels too small. Too quiet. And somehow far too loud at the same time. I take a step backward.

I spin to accuse Maverick, only to find he silently slipped from my room. So, like any calm, cool headed woman, I grab the blanket and march my ass over the threshold to his room. He wants to invade my space and privacy? Fine. Tit for tat, Maverick. Tit for Tat. I glance around the barren room, surprised by how tiny his space is. His bed is a quarter of the size of my California king and he has no sitting area where I have almost a full size living room. He is clearly not lurking in this tiny room, so I move to the only place he could be.

I jounced my head as she opened up a map and got a pen out. " I will go through a list of symptoms first and you just need to rate the inflexibility from 1- 10 to start off with. also we'll do an ultrasound and I will take a sample of your blood too, just to make sure you are okay on vitamins and mineral situations."