Space Book Fiction Novels & Stories

I walked out onto the balcony and looked down into the main studio. He was already at his desk, drawing. He looked so calm. "Caspian!" I called out. He didn't look up. "Go to sleep, Sera. You have a long day of research tomorrow." "I'm not tired!" "Then read a book," he said. "There’s a copy of The Ethics of Space on your nightstand. Read chapter four. It’s about how people grow to love their boundaries." I went back into the room and slammed the door. I looked at the bed, the quilt, the bookshelf. It was perfect. It was too perfect. It felt like I was living inside a photograph of my own life.

She had to check in her space to see if her theory was right. “My space” Mira thought as she lazily laid in Jack’s embrace. The next second, she was standing in her space. She noted that the dead rabbit from earlier was lying still a few yards away from her. It looked like it had just been killed. The basket of mushrooms still looked fresh. She realized that things didn’t get spoiled in space.

I couldn’t even say no because for sure my wife will become suspicious if I ask her not to send Helen with us. I can’t exactly name it. Is it a heaven or an additional problem? Elizabeth already left and it’s just me, my security and Helen left in the basement, keeping everything ready before travelling. “Sir, there is not seat available for the helper.” The security General informed me. “She’ll sit with me in my car.” “There’s also no space, sir. Your wife included extra bags and tents inside your car. Only two seats are available. For your and for your driver.” I saw Helen from the side of my eye move.

Matteo asks. I look at the space in front of us. Then beyond it. Then further. “For contact.” The word lands heavier than it should. Matteo blinks. “Contact as in… talking?” I shake my head slightly. “No.” The projection forms before I finish the thought. Not gentle. Not gradual. Immediate. The outer system. Dark. Cold. Empty. Except it isn’t empty anymore. Space bends. Not visibly at first. Just enough that something feels wrong. Like the stars are not where they should be.