The Space Between Worlds Novels & Stories

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Real earth, not Eden's curated soil that had been maintained at the perfect composition for optimal growth of approved species, not the dark loam of the borderlands that was honest but still existed in relation to the garden that bordered it. This was something else, the specific earth of a space between worlds that had not been designated as anything yet, that was what matter was before it received the specific shape of a maker's intention. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He felt it respond to his hands.

He just wanted my body. Sebastian leans forward and takes my hands in his own, his eyes never leaving mine. “Close your eyes,” he says as I close my eyes. "let your imagination take over, do you see a door?” I nod in response. “Open it, let me in" he says, causing me to hesitate for a while. Finally opening the door, I let him into my world of memories, pains and lost dreams. The silence around us drags on longer with us sitting, linking hands with our eyes close. It's like we are here and we aren't.

It started small, like a spark, then grew, filling every nerve, every fibre of her being. “Go! Go now, Clara!” her grandmother urged, her eyes glistening with tears and pride. Before Clara could question it, the warmth exploded outward. Time itself seemed to shiver. The firelight warped and stretched, the screams became distant echoes, and the ground beneath her feet disappeared. One moment, she was on scorched earth. The next, she was falling. The world around her blurred, colours and shapes twisting in impossible ways. She felt weightless, suspended between moments, suspended between worlds. Then, as suddenly, as it began, it ended.

Bella Who would’ve thought that “us against the world” would quickly turn into “me against the world, and against the memory you have now lost”? It will be the biggest lie of mine if I say that none of this affects me, that I have faith in our love and that you will remember me in no time. But I would just keep on pretending, not until the negativity inside me melt away. By the time I was walking straight into your room, hospital corridors echoed with the hurried footsteps of anxious visitors and the hushed whispers of worried families. Amongst them, is me, and my heavy heart filled with anticipation.

he said slowly, “it sealed us on the same side.” Relief crashed through me so hard I almost sobbed. Then, the world around us came into focus. It wasn't his old prison, and it wasn't my world either. The ground was dark glass, cracked with veins of silver light. The sky was a deep blue, filled with slow-moving stars that looked too close and too sharp. A thin mist rolled across the surface, feeling cold and alive. “This is the in-between,” I whispered. He nodded. “The layer the system uses to separate and store what doesn't fit. It's where things are locked away.”

"The between-space isn't completely safe. There are things that live here. Things that hunt lost souls." I felt my stomach drop. "What kind of things?" "Void walkers. Reality parasites. The ghosts of collapsed worlds." Erina's shadow fiends were becoming more agitated, their movements sharp and anxious. "The between-space is where broken things come to die. And sometimes, those broken things don't want to die alone." "Why the hell didn't you mention this earlier?" Brady demanded. "I didn't think she'd go far! I thought she was just walking to clear her head, not..."

Death was already taking hold when the world exploded in light. Now, the clearing glows faintly gold and silver, shimmering like a dream that hasn’t faded yet. For a heartbeat, I don’t move. Maybe I’m not alive. Maybe this is what comes after… the space between worlds that people talk about, where lost wolves walk before the moon calls them home. The air feels too soft, too still. No pain, no breath, just light.

I whispered, my eyes scanning the darkness. Far off in the distance, I could see things that looked like giant, glowing jellyfish, their long tentacles trailing through the void like ribbons of electricity. Above us—if you could even call it 'above'—the violet moon we had just left looked like a tiny, fading marble. "This is the Between," Silas explained. His voice was a low vibration that hummed in my chest. "It’s the space the Gods forgot to finish. Nothing is real here unless we make it real."

He felt a sore and sour taste in his mouth before realizing he had lost his ability to speak in that instant. "For this reason, I'll place a thousand year old curse on these worlds." Anukgo began, spreading his arms, his eyes closed and his voice going deeper… "neither world will be aware of the existence of the other, except for the witnesses here today. A thousand year barrier is put between these worlds until this genration is wiped and future worlds can live as one." With the conclusion of his words sprang forth an irresistible breeze that felt like it swept them off their feet but they would never be able to tell because they all went unconscious in that instant.

"And we cannot live in your silence. It is too little for us." She took a step forward. "So, why must we force each other? Why can't we have both?" The Pattern diplomat tilted its head. "Clarify." "Your worlds are your Quiet Zones," Maya said, spreading her hands. "Places of simplicity and stillness. For those who choose it. And our worlds, our connected worlds, are the Living Zones. For those who choose that. And maybe… maybe there can be places in between. For those who need a little of both."