Reading Space Novels & Stories

Master Sho walked past him, and I followed. “Sho, you can not keep ignoring her, at some point your anger would have to give way to compassion” he said as we walked past him and teleported. We appeared in front of a very thin door in a very thin corridor. We could barely stand straight. All we could do was walk sideways, as the door revealed a very huge open space with glistering stars from top to bottom. The ground itself was scattered with stars. I was so afraid to enter, there was no floor, it looked like space but different….. The stars and lights felt like they encircled the room. As Sho moved forward, his leg glistened with a white light, and he could walk in the room that looked like

“I can’t pretend anymore.” Maya’s chest tightened painfully. “You think I can?” The silence that followed was deafening—charged with everything they wanted to say but couldn’t. Finally, she set her cup down and whispered, “I need space.” His brow furrowed. “Space?” “I’ll move out of the company apartment. And I’ll take a few days off work.” Ethan shook his head. “No. That’s not necessary.” “It is,” she said firmly. “I need to breathe. You need to think.”

No one could have imagined that directly beneath the Xiuwa base lay an astoundingly massive space. Compared to Sector A on the surface, Sector C was stricter and quieter. The enormous area was entirely free of dust. Smooth, flat, pale blue walls were inlaid with a row of crystal lights, illuminating the space regardless of day or night. Serene, stable, rigorous—everything within the space was perfectly organized. Even the researchers passing by shared a similar temperament. Time seemed to have stopped here.

It was only morning, and she already felt drained. "Desmond," she said, making one last attempt, "everyone needs their own space. It doesn't matter whether we're talking about Vance, you, or me. Any relationship without breathing room will eventually suffocate the people in it." "I don't get it," he said. "You can talk to me about space all you want, but what does Vance's space have to do with you?" She reasoned, "I never said it does. Can we please focus on the actual issue instead of making everything personal?"

Kendra felt an involuntary smile spread across her face “But there’s only one person that comes to mind right now.” The floor Kendra was on was like a labyrinth of offices, with the only difference being that the end was divided into two corridors, leaving the end of that floor shaped like a U, as if the architect had been forced to use as much space as possible to create rooms and more rooms. The space between the two corridors was separated by a not very well maintained garden outside, which seemed to be some kind of relaxation area for the employees and which Kendra could see through the window. However, it wasn't the only thing she managed to see.

" In the apocalypse, she didn't have other powers aside from a 50 sq meter space. Although it wasn't powerful, space users are very important for survival. They can store food, ammo, beds, tents, anything that could be a hindrance while fighting. She heard that some had bigger space, but they belonged to the military or a powerful clan. She runs and jumps and laughs like a madman. 'Thank God! A miracle!' Touches the dent in between her brows...thinks...'Was it my necklace?!!!' "Jackpot!!!" Turns around and runs again yelling, "I loooove yooouuuu moooom!!!!" She's very happy pondering the possibilities, the things can be stored. Can she bring others inside? Plants? Animals? Cars? House? Looks

She left the office at a reasonable hour, said goodnight to Angela, and stepped into the cool evening air. On the drive home, she didn’t turn on the radio. She let her thoughts move freely, untangled from panic. She thought about space and how she had once believed it meant distance, punishment, silence. Now she understood it differently. Space could be respect. It could be room to breathe. It could be a choice instead of a wall. At home, she kicked off her shoes and sat on the couch. And didn’t move.

I take it and we leave for the VR-room. The room is as large as a gymnasium. It must take up at least three stories of the ship. The room is completely empty with white walls and ceiling and dark grey floor. Directly to the left of the entrance is a panel that Lazarus starts to click on. I wonder why the room has to be so spacious.

“I’m asking you to make room.” He absorbed that, his brow furrowed in thought. “Making room. A spatial reallocation to accommodate new functions without degrading the core architecture.” He nodded slowly. “That is a manageable engineering problem.” The following Saturday, he proposed a “field trip.” He drove us to a quiet, tree-lined street three blocks from his mansion. He parked in front of a vacant, modern-looking house with a large, fenced garden. It was beautiful, but it had a sterile, untouched feel.

I walked in to find a small meditating room. The walls were a beautiful shade of light blue, resembling the sky. There was hardwood floor, with yoga mats facing each other, awaiting their next use. I moved towards the middle of the room, standing and waiting for further instruction. Spencer came in behind me, taking off his jacket and shoes again, before removing his socks and coming to the middle of the room. “Can I ask you one more question?” Spencer smirked, “Yeah, sure.”