My Own Little World Novels & Stories

The miniature globe. I catch it and look down. More blue has come off, revealing murky, raised lines meant to be valleys and peaks. The world is in three dimensions. She used to spin it idly at night. She said she didn’t think she’d ever get the opportunity to see the world, and this was as good as it was going to get for her. “Something important to you?” I shake my head and set it down beside the stand. I intentionally step away from it—and, in fact, him. No need to give him any more ideas about me.

I asked again with curiosity. “I don't find it necessary to tell you…” I lowered my head in disappointment. I was so annoyed, but my disappointed look was taking over my expression. “ I feel like I'm somehow alone in this world…. I don't know who to trust or believe in this world…” I mumbled softly but I knew it might sound like I was lamenting. I could feel the little creature's expression change slightly; she seemed to take pity on me. I focused all my attention on the little creature, mainly her small lips. And just like that it opened its mouth to speak, “I am a………..”

"Mellie wants to spend the day at the newly opened hot springs resort. I'll accompany her for a while and come back to the house this afternoon." I stared at the message for a long time before replying, "Didn't I tell you last night that I needed to tell you something?" A response came right away. "Don't make such a big deal out of it." That was all I needed to know that it was the AI program, not Edwin himself, that was responding to my messages again. I didn't bother answering. Instead, I got out of bed and started packing my things. There really wasn't much to pack anyway. Despite having lived in this apartment for five years, the things that were truly mine could fit into a single suitca

I mean, is it possible that in real-life, someone can change so much? ‘But he hasn’t changed. You said that you are removing his mask, dumbo!’ my subconsciousness said. ‘Shut up’ I said. She speaks too much at times. I closed my eyes and a song started playing in my mind. “I close my eyes and I can see The world that's waiting up for me That I call my own Through the dark, through the door Through where no one's been before But it feels like home They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy

I avoided talking about Gemma tactfully because it always created a clash between my mum and me due to difference of opinion. Our car smoothly sped on the flat highway. I glanced out of the window and saw the orange melting into the blue sky. The faint cry of gulls and the sound of little gusts of wind rattling the car sent a mellow ripple through the quiet evening. As we drew near the main streets of the next town, we saw small heads with bronze arms and spindly legs frolicking on the pavement- their mindless mothers occupied in nugatory tittle-tattle.

I already contacted our first destination and I’m surprised she was awake when I did. So this plan, according to the mastermind who created it, is called “OPERATION: BUILD YOUR WORLD” which she took from my notebook and I was pretty embarrassed when I found out she saw it. “Don’t worry. I find your planet very wow.” She said. I don’t know what that means but it’s better not to know. I made this “planet” thing at 14 years old and embarrassingly, I am still filling up the list.

My tone was cold and stern: "I’m only here for the pillow. You can have Gavin!" She looked startled for a second, then feigned innocence, using her most manipulative tone: "Jane, what nonsense are you talking about? Please don’t misunderstand." "I was just talking about the World Cup tickets, I didn’t mean anything else." I emphasized every syllable, reiterating: "I am just here for the pillow!" Her expression was intriguing. Suddenly, as if remembering something: "I know where it is. Follow me." I followed her into the third room. The room was set up as a luxurious cat sanctuary.

He threw the towel towards a couch and grabbed his keys from the bowl he usually kept them and walked out his door. He put a hand into his pocket and walked towards the park near his house, this was basically a daily routine for him, he’d wake up bright and early, take a walk and observe if anything had been changed or manipulated. Those things had started to affect his world, it started small, he’d see specks of coloured lights floating in the air and no, they weren’t fireflies, now he could see an otherworldly thing right in the middle of town. The worst part was that he was the only one who seemed to be able to notice them, he knew that because he once saw someone walk right through one o

I place my hand on my belly, close my eyes. Welcome, I think. Welcome to our world. To our story. To our circle. Welcome, little Lena. Welcome home. THE END

He toyed with the idea of getting a pink blanket. -Octnavin?- Sloan hunted for even the tiniest sliver of a connection. Maybe he could just thank him for the new home. -He's gone,- a little voice whispered back. Sloan nodded. At least the little voice made him feel better. -It's just me, myself, and I.- Sloan said in his head. -And me?- came the whisper again. Sloan laughed and closed his eyes. -Okay… it's me, myself, and I… and me again.-