Your Little Space Novels & Stories

"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

He was too embarrassed to think straight, naturally everyone followed. “Big treasure, see if anything needs to be changed.” Little treasure was standing on top of her bed with her hands on her hip, like a little demon lord, looking around with satisfaction before opening her mouth once again “That space is for the nappy changing table. Oh…Oh…. tell Uncle Jeff that he needs to buy two blue and two pink for that as well…” She quickly jumped down from her bed and dashed out “No… no… I have to choose … I have to see if there are any pretty patterns.”

I took out my phone and scrolled to the one photo in the album where Mom was actually smiling. Finally, the boarding call came. Outside the window, Northbridge shrank smaller and smaller behind the plane. I leaned against the glass and closed my eyes. Mom's voice drifted up in my memory, as clear as if she were beside me. 'Ted, sweetheart. Life's like riding a train. Some people get on, some people get off. Don't let it weigh on you too much.' She was right. Mom had gotten off first. Chloe had reached her stop, too. Now, it was my turn to move on to whatever platform came next.

Antonio asked from behind me. I tapped the glass with my forefinger, one...two... as if testing its durability, but really just buying myself enough time to be prepared. "In ten minutes," i said and he left. I walked to my bedroom, picked up my jacket, doused out the cigarette and threw on my favorite scent. And a bubble gum found its way into my mouth. "I am not an addict", i recited quietly. Lia's room was on the other end of the vast top floor and so, i went towards it.

, will you make me better? I could hear the suggestiveness behind the text, my face immediately felt hot Red: Don’t be silly, I’m watching you right now . Michael : Obsessed much little Red Red : It’s a coincidence I looked back up at the TV, a smile graced his lips , it made me smile too Michael: Whatever you say Red Red : I’m not lying Michael: Okay little Miss Red Red : I’m not little Michael: Yeah, you are so big . I glared at the TV, even if he can’t see me . This little brat is teasing me

~Dylan’s POV I took his hand again and led him through the showroom doors into a smaller space designed for the kids’ collection. The racks were lower, the colors brighter, reds, blues, yellows, patterns with little cars, stars, and animals. Tiny jackets hung next to soft pants, little shoes lined the shelves, and miniature accessories completed the displays. He ran his fingers over a small blue blazer, then a tiny pair of trousers. “Mommy bought me nice clothes,” he said with pride. “But… These are cooler! Can I… try them one day?”

“That’s perfect!” Ellen said, “I’m going to find a place to move in. I saw a small studio, rent onl $1,000. It’s a bit far, but let’s go see it.” “How big?” She hesitated. “Five square meters…” In Elaris, space was precious. Without the settlement money in hand, she couldn’t spend freely. Ella shook her head. “Ellen, that’s too small. You can live there, but what about Nina? Let’s keep looking.”

He agreed and she led him to her room, he was told to wait in the living room as she made him a glass of coffee, cause apparently he still needed to be awake for a few more hours. While she was fixing the drink, he decided to look around the living room with her permission. The place looked like it was barely touched. There was not even a single picture in the living room, he did not know how she could live with so little furniture in her living room, but he guessed with someone like her, all she really needed was a computer and a few basic needs. Judging from the size of her apartment, it was clear the place would not be her permanent resident. Perhaps she was saving up to buy an actual pro

Hope is one of the reasons we try to survive on our worst days. “Oh, please come inside.” She covers her mouth and coughs as I set my foot into the room. It’s a tiny space, a room which ends after two to three steps. A little kitchen is located in the corner of the room, a bathroom on the other corner, a bed, and clothes are folded on the mattress. Basically, a studio apartment but in the size of a bathroom, way smaller than that. A little boy is sleeping on the bed with his open mouth. He is taking breath slowly, sometimes with his nose, sometimes with his mouth, just like Miles. He resembles a lot like my papa than any other of my siblings.

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