My Own Little World Novels & Stories

TIFFANY I feel a lot better after my playdate with Brittney and Cydney, but I can feel the effects of little space wearing off now that I’m once again alone in my tiny studio apartment. When I really feel like a little girl, it feels like the world slips away, all except for what is right in front of me, and that’s a wonderful, beautiful break from my regular life. I wish I could stay in little space forever.

The engagement party, the spectacle, the performance. I sat upstairs in my room, the only place that still belonged to me. My desk was cluttered with pages, ink stains marking the hours I’d poured into words no one here would ever read. To them, I was invisible. To the world beyond these walls, I was C.M. O’Malley. My mother’s name, her legacy hidden in mine. No one knew, and I preferred it that way. The scratching of my pen was steady, a rhythm that drowned out the chaos below. I was building a world where silence meant strength, where shadows carried weight. A world where I mattered. The knock startled me. My father never knocked. He barely spoke to me unless necessity forced him. “Come in

You heart belonged to another, When I thought I finally hard you, You pushed me away No more hurt,no more tears,no more heart break 'cus' I am over you,I can be better on my own Build my own empire,an empire were you aren't around,a world were I am happy and you don't exist in my life. And this is the kind of world I dream of The kind of world I dream of The kind of world I dream of every night And this is the kind of world I hope for The kind of world I want more The kind of world I where everything’s all right. I'll move on just like you did,

Monna~~~~ I‘The great luna’ ‘The little one who has grown so quickly into the greatest luna to ever be’ ‘Wake up’ A voice kept whispering to me, I snapped my eyes open trying to search for the owner of such an echoing voice but saw nothing . It was as if there was light and also feels like there was no light, more like a void. I wondered where I was, this is nothing like the world I’ve lived in all my life, could this be heaven or hell?

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.”

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.

"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.

“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.”

I buried my head in my legs and cried. After a while , I stood up and walked to the bathroom. There was all kinds of ladies product. I looked at the tub , it was really big . The bathroom alone was the size of my room back home and funny enough , I would give anything to be back there. That place wasn’t good , but at least it was home. I miss ma’am Serena and Becca so much , I miss my little Paolita too. Only if I could hear their voice . Maybe I would beg mother Elsa to make a phone call.

‘I will make every last one of you pay! She climbed out and dried her body leaving the once-white towel red. Alice bandaged her wounds and dressed in the same clothes. She looked at herself in the mirror. The person staring back at her looked depleted. Who was this person? Every time she looked at herself, a stranger stared back at her. Her eyes held no life in them, only an empty shell stared back. She felt sorry for the girl in the mirror. Why can’t this person just get a break? Why does this world hate her so much that it not only tramples on her but pulls her apart?