What Is Little Space Novels & Stories

he says in a very professional tone. “Yes, thank you. I found the gym and training room quite useful to keep in top form and the choice of cooking my own meals or eating with the pack was thoughtful. I am not used to being accepted in pack spaces. The apartment is much more luxurious than I would expect for a Personal Assistant,” I say. “Yes, well…to be honest, it is adjacent to mine. It should be my Luna’s apartment for when she wants her own space, but I have no Luna and you are my best friend’s daughter so I should do you the honor of making sure you are both safe and comfortable.”

"Thank you very much Aaron but that won't be necessary. Is he having the meeting at the S.C.R or in the L.C.R?" Mr. Bentley was stunned. How did she know the way they refer to the small conference room and the large one? Honestly, he thought it was only within the circle of employees that they make use of those acronyms. He never heard the big boss refer to the conference rooms in that way so how did his wife know that?! "Aaron? Which one?" "S--sorry ma'am, it's in the L.C.R. H-he's having an internal meeting with all the heads of department."

Wasn't I supposed to get an office of my own? "Don't feel too special. Normally, you're supposed to have an office, a small space of your own but he insisted on sharing the office with you. Only for a while though. He wants to access your work and decide whether you stay or not." She explained and I got it. I was tempted to ask if my new boss was an old man or a middle-aged man. I couldn't deal with another handsome face at the moment. "I understand." I nodded politely.

"I don't even realise it's happening until I look back on it." "There is nothing to be embarrassed about. Did my mum speak to you?" "Yes, she said not to let it bother me and that they are here for me whenever I need them. She called it my little space. I didn't understand." "There is a type of ..." I paused, trying to think how to word it. "A culture where people feel more comfortable at a younger age. When you go into this regression, they call it a little space, it's where your mind regresses to an age where you feel safe. I talked to a man yesterday about it, and his girlfriend likes to live at a younger age as well; she was in her little space while I was there. She wants to come and vi

ESCAPE PLAN LISAS POV: Awoken by the sound of thunder and rain,I tried to see past my heavy eyelid. I could barely make out the shape of metal bars around me. “But I walked into a neatly designed room…how the hell am I here?..I must be dreaming”I laughed hard. I blinked once,then twice before pushing my torso up from the wet floor. Confused as to where I was,a thread of hope would be enough to pull me out of this place,for now,I was still ignorant of my surroundings.

A tiny human like herself would hardly leave a dent. "You'll hurt yourself." "Don't come any closer!"

As they shared stories and dreams, Aria couldn't help but marvel at the serendipity of the moment – a chance encounter in the heart of the pulsating nightlife. In the midst of their conversation, Lisa returned briefly, excitement radiating from her. "Aria, I've got to run! My girlfriend just arrived, and I promised her a dance. Enjoy your night, okay?" With a quick hug and a playful wink, Lisa disappeared once more into the swirling crowd. Left to her own devices, Aria and Nate continued their animated conversation. The club's atmosphere seemed to shift, and the once intimidating space transformed into a vibrant tapestry of shared moments and burgeoning connections.

Every Christmas, the family come together and chose a particular place to spend our Christmas. Sometimes it can be in our house or theirs and also it can be another country. This life has really treat me well. No more trouble. No more god of aparakubem. No more battle. We are free now. Free from the past. No more virgin prostitute. Am now a great woman with a lovely husband and beautiful kids. Am so happy with my life. This is me. The End.....

She snapped. "Sorry," she mumbled. "Do one thing, give the medicines to your baba, cook for everyone, clean the house, I am leaving for work and I will be late today. There is a party in madam's house so I have to serve them," the mother announced. "Ok," she quietly nodded and entered the room from where her mother came out. The house was small, one room, a verandah attached with a kitchen and a bathroom. Four people took shelter in that small house, which included the girl, her parents, and her elder brother.

Little does he know that it wasn’t a secret to me. I laughed wickedly, stepping on the gas as I drove to the tiny house farther from town. Better be in here, Lorenzo, and I might just spare your life. I parked my car, stepping out of the vehicle. I scanned my environment, my eyes darkened as it fell on a figure. Weren’t the heavens working in my favor? Lorenzo was seated right outside the hut with his head thrown back. A smile crept on my lips, reaching for my gun from the back.