Reading Space Novels & Stories

“Please, have a seat.” I smiled politely. “Thank you. I believe we’re here to review the progress of the DreamSpace project.” They nodded, and I began. I spread the plans across the table — the floor layouts, 3D renderings, and mood boards my team had worked tirelessly on. “This is the updated color scheme,” I said, pointing at the display. “We’ve kept the neutral palette you requested, but added depth with bronze accents. The lobby layout has been redesigned to improve natural lighting, and—”

Okay. I arranged to meet Katie Spencer at a stylish cafe. I scrolled through my phone while waiting absentmindedly. Mark kept updating his social media posts. They went to the Erendal Sea to feed seagulls as well as Chrisandor Cathedral to pray for good luck and make wishes. They were planning to visit Mount Canderria next. It was the exact itinerary I had spent a month preparing. I had looked forward to this trip, but in the end, I was the only one left behind.

The elevator behind us rang again and a group of people stepped out and moved past us and I waited until they were gone. "So that's it?" I asked. "You just walk away?" "I need space, we both do." "Yeah, space." I repeated the word back. "Or are you going to Mia?" He looked at me then, and his eyes were broken, the hurt in his face was trying very hard not to show. He almost smiled but it didn't reach anything above his mouth. "Space is the best thing for both of us right now." "Fine." The word came out harder than I meant it to. "Then go. I don't need you anyway."

Far above, Nova watched the corridor logs compile. Her eyes narrowed. “No active signal,” she murmured. “No trace command. But it’s pacing to her body.” Lucan stared. “It’s… waiting?” Nova: “No.” “It’s remembering.” Eden moved again. The floor beneath her steps adjusted pressure by 0.3 units only in the spots she touched. The rest remained untouched. Still. As if the space between mattered just as much as the space she occupied. She turned a corner. Lights ahead flared. Then dimmed.

It gives me the hope that we’ll win this fight. The next day, Joshua and Irene return, accompanied by a small group of celestial wolves. We meet them in the new meeting room that has been prepared after the old one got destroyed by the attack of the Ashwalkers. A modern and minimalistic space with sleek, white walls and large windows that offer a panoramic view of the surrounding forest. The room is furnished with comfortable, ergonomic chairs and a long, rectangular table made of polished wood. The air is fresh and clean, thanks to the advanced air filtration system.

Before absorbing Lucas's abilities, it had been about ten meters. Spatial Exile could generate a 5×5×5 meter cube. Ray could compress the space as much as he wanted—even down to the size of a single atom—if he controlled it precisely. He could also deploy multiple exile spaces simultaneously, as long as their combined volume did not exceed 125 cubic meters. 125 cubic meters was no joke. In theory, if people curled up, a single cubic meter could contain several individuals. Even with just one per space, Ray could exile 125 targets at once.

The space between the moons is not nothing. It is, in fact, where we live. She said so. And she was here. And we are here. And they will be here. All of us. In the between. Choosing. Daily. Continuously. Without end. Because there is no end. There is only the ongoing morning. The east road. The archive. The garden. The ridge. The creek. The function. The practice. The choosing. The love. The space. Where we live. Where we have always lived.

My roommate Rachel Travis’s behavior always struck me as strange. We got along fine most of the time, but whenever it came to social media likes, she’d go down the list of mutual friends, tapping like on everyone’s posts, except mine. Over and over again, she skipped me. I thought maybe she just didn’t see them and didn’t think much more of it. Every time she needed help, I gave it without hesitation. When I got my period and realized I was out of pads, I asked to borrow one from her.

"Hey Rach. I have a question for you. But before you give me an answer, think about it, ok?" She was just about to cut some vegetables when I interrupted her. She turned my way slowly and there was some curiosity in her eyes. "Oooookeeeei. Hit me." I chuckled at her choice of words. "So here is the thing. It seems we have no interest and no time to look for one night stands, but there is so much sexual tension in this house that you can actually feel it. So I will just blurt it out. Let's make a frenemies with benefits deal."

Actually, they don't want the old people staying behind to spread bad news. Hana doesn't like going to Daisy's house to drink because she thinks she's a burden to Daisy. Therefore, Hana immediately dragged Daisy to a special bar for couples. The music was melodious and lyrical. In space, the virtual open lights increased the sadness and death. Extremely suitable for the mood of two bored women. To avoid being interrupted or disturbed when being in a drunken stupor. Hana and Daisy chose a table close to the window in the corner. Start opening the menu. Ordering some simple foods but the drinks are all strong alcohol.