Your Little Space Novels & Stories

Cinderella POV. "That's correct, it's the one where the sub goes into little space, and what's little space?" she asks everyone in the class, but when no one answered I decided to. "It's a safe place?" I say out loud, it's what I believe little space to be, it's safe. "That's correct Ella, it's a safe place, but when we regress to a younger age do you think it's safe to be all alone?" she asks out loud again.

The room was small and Anthony Jr. hadn't done anything to make it feel large. He had a twin bed, a massive book shelf stuff with DVDs and comics and a variety of other things, and a large desk for his computers. There was only a couple of square feet of space in the middle of the room to walk around. And that (like everything else in the room) was covered in dirty clothes, Mountain Dew cans, and empty Doritos bags. I had given up on asking him to clean it up.

"As I take in my surroundings, I'm struck by the cozy and eclectic charm of the room. The plush bed looks inviting, the TV seems sleek and modern, and the vibrant drawings on the walls add a pop of color and personality. The space feels like a unique and intimate sanctuary, reflecting the personality of its occupant. I can't help but feel a sense of wonder and curiosity, wanting to explore every nook and cranny and uncover the stories behind each decorative element." "I notice a small room nestled within the larger one, similar to the cleverly designed closet I saw at Julian's house. This tiny space is likely designed to serve as a cozy reading nook or a intimate retreat, and I can't help bu

"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 made my way back home, well the home I could afford right now. It was a studio apartment but that was putting it nicely. I had to sell so much stuff that the room consisted of a few clothes, a futon that I slept on, a small countertop, I had bought one of those plugins one hob things most people use for camping, a microwave, there was a rail for my clothes and a loo next to the hob. If I did star jumps, I could reach both walls with my fingertips it was that small.

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?”