My Own Little World Novels & Stories

My mind is spacing out and it feels like it is in another world of nowhere. I can hear some beats from the music I am listening but I can not figure out what is the song. I can feel that my eyes are slowly closing. I am trying ny best not to fall asleep but it looks like my eyes already decided that they are going to sleep and shut. I feel myself travelling in the world of peace. - Miss Fatima's POV "Hello? PO2 Lopez?" I said after I answer his call.

Jonathan appeared at my other side but didn't say anything. "You did all these. Who knows they're mine," I asked "Nobody in this room," he said. "Unless you want them to." I turned to him. "It's your choice," he said. "Tonight is not about me. It's about those walls and the person who made them." I looked back at the hall, at Velour, the city I had built alone. Twelve-year-old me had invented the whole worlds because the real one had no space for her. "I want people to know," I said.

"Give me one more chance… I've already sent Demi abroad. If you come back with me, we can start over…" "You can't go back," I cut him off. "Everyone only gets three chances to cross between worlds. You've used all of yours." The color drained from his face. He went still, like something had locked around his throat. "That's impossible… You're lying…" "If you don't believe me, go try." Before I finished, he was already on his feet. He stumbled out into the night, chasing something that no longer existed. After that, Liam never showed up in my life again.

His gaze fixed on Clara, sharp and curious, with a hint of awe. “You must be Clara,” he said carefully, adjusting his glasses. “I’m Mike. I… handle the tech here. And, well… I think you just made my morning a lot more interesting.” Clara blinked. “I… I don’t belong here. I shouldn’t even be—” Mike gave a small, understanding smile. “I get it. You feel out of place. You’re not crazy, and you’re not imagining things. There’s… something about you. Something powerful. Don’t be afraid to take your time.”

As one. And the world outside could scream all it wanted. It wouldn’t change a thing. Not anymore. 🩸

And soon— Very soon— The worlds themselves will hear it

“Why would I want to know anything of what the future has to hold? A wise man once said, ‘The past is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present.’ And that’s how I look at life.” She smiled, “Did you really just quote Kung Fu Panda to me?” I giggled, “You know it, but it is what it is. I don’t care about prophecies. I really don’t.” I picked up the backpack and stuck the map into it, making sure not to ruin it in the process. “I just want to find my family and my friends and get out of here.” She shrugged and grabbed her jacket, “Alrighty! Let's go then.”