Little Space Triggers Novels & Stories

"I thought my memories of the last two years were a stress-induced hallucination. I thought the fire, the helicopter, and the man named Cole were just stories I told myself to make sense of my father’s death." "And they aren't?" a girl named Sarah asks. "I don't know," I say. I look at my wrist. There is no mark there. But as I press my thumb into the skin, I feel a hard, tiny lump under the surface. A bump the size of a grain of rice. I look at Vass. "What is a sub-dermal transponder, Dr. Vass?" Vass’s expression doesn't change. "I have no idea what you’re talking about, Nora. Perhaps you’re still feeling the effects of your breakdown."

His eyes, a predatory gleam, resembled a serpent coiled, ready to strike at any moment. "I've decoded your body language and trust me, this isn't a fear ingrained from birth. There are triggers, things that set you off. I've read between the lines of your fears—storms, night sky, darkness. Something, or someone, pushed you to the edge. Maybe a person getting too close, pressed up against your back, or a memory of being held down..." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine, "Someone with a tight grip, enjoying the control."

Perhaps the one that help them with the basic mastery and implementation of the Spatial Magic Circle was Alfred himself . The concept of the Spatial Expansion of the Interior Vehicles were rather quite simple. According to Thiavani, instead of installing another Space inside the cars, instead the Magical Enchantment Rather expanded the size just by a 2 to 3 meters and the limit was 5 meters. The space cannot be expanded more than 5 meters big of the original interior and the size of the vehicles itself. Even so, that expansion alone were already more enough, to provide a big enough space for comfort.

Behind him, Bianca couldn't wait to step aside and promptly disappeared. Lily was hanging by a thread at the massive social death scene, her face turning deep purple, and she said in a hoarse voice, "Dr. Frost, it's stuck." Frost remained calm, "Your pelvic floor muscles are in spasm. Now, if you just relax, everything will be resolved." Lily seemed to breathe a sigh of relief upon hearing this, showing that she was making a great effort to relax herself.

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.

Kir tells the clerk. The clerk sets the steel cage carefully on a small velvet tray on the counter. "And the plugs," Kir adds, pointing to a different shelf in the case. The clerk pulls out a black cardboard box. Inside are three smooth, black silicone teardrop plugs in escalating sizes. The smallest one has a metallic base. There is a small, flat remote control resting in the cutout next to it. Kir picks up the remote. He presses the center button. The smallest plug immediately starts vibrating against the cardboard packaging with an angry, aggressive hum. The noise is loud in the quiet store.

“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.

Avoid triggers. Redirect your thoughts. Be careful with your mind. The ocean breeze drifted softly through the open balcony doors. My chest rose slowly with each breath. But something about the doctor’s warning lingered uneasily inside me. And for the first time since arriving here— I wondered what would happen if something did trigger me.

It's added a whole other layer to our dynamic. "We got this," Trick grabs her pencil and taps it on the word he wants her to spell as they get to work. He gets everything, and I worry what happens when maybe we move on, or what if he moves on. The thought tightens my chest, and I tell myself every day not to think about it. To not put the negative thoughts in the world, to not give them power, but as someone who's lived life the way I have for the last few years, it's hard not to.

It was quite spacious for one person but too small for two, especially for a man of his body size. Glancing back at Triana, Vlador's eyes narrowed. It turned out that her slender body had its uses in unexpected situations like this.