Adventure
Gone to Ground
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. So, when she left our quarters every few days claiming to volunteer in the greenbays, I knew she was lying. I had behaved in much the same way once.
By Lark Hanshan4 years ago in Fiction
Worlds that End
Part 1 – The window to the end of the world The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Today, it was stormy, it had been for the past few days. The wind was breaking dead trees and the rain was whipping at the window with impotent fury. No matter how bad it looked outside, one would only know it if they looked through the window. From anywhere else in the house, you could be blissfully ignorant of the chaos outside. Most nights, only the crackling of the fire and the mice could be heard. The girl liked the mice, she would often talk to them about the things they have seen. Interesting stories to be sure, but the girl considered them to be just that, stories. Only through the window could one see outside, and only through the door could one go outside. But the door never opened, not ever. The mice were great liars.
By Floyd Doolittle4 years ago in Fiction
Figura en una Finestra
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It was the only one the woman had ever known, and it wasn’t even real. Made of linen and oil paint, it was a crude caricature of freedom. Unlike her, the figure at the window had opportunity. The ocean lay beyond her view, with a distant ship headed towards a horizon unknown. Her face looked onward, and her right foot was raised, ready for another step into the sea of possibility.
By E.K. Daniels4 years ago in Fiction
Daphne's Quest
You’re not comin’ with me!” Daphne growled over her shoulder, “Just go home already, Liam!” Her agile brown fingers gripped the straps of her backpack tighter as her eyes focused on the path ahead, resolute and determined. She stopped walking and puffed out her cheeks, turning her green eyes skyward at the creak and clank of Liam’s crutches crunching through the underbrush behind her. The noises stopped when she stopped, replaced by the soft puffing of the heavyset boy the crutches belonged to. Daphne let out her breath slowly and counted to ten in her head before turning to face Liam. His pale face was bright pink from effort and the chill December wind stinging his cheeks. She thought he looked a bit like an overstuffed sausage in the wool parka his mother knitted for him, which he had outgrown already. He stared back at her expectantly, waiting most likely for her to keep walking so that he could keep following her.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
End Game at Fort Igloo
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in His room. That’s what my epitaph will say; that’s what all our epitaphs will say. At least, on the little tin placard drilled into the concrete beside my catacomb niche – or whatever it’s called. Is it still a catacomb if it’s only for jars of ash? Either way, it’s embarrassing.
By Philip Canterbury4 years ago in Fiction
Last Window to the Outside World...
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She had never left the city, never stepped foot beyond the walls that enclosed them all. The only way she knew of the outside was through the window, and the stories told by those who had been there.
By Mello.viibes4 years ago in Fiction
Searching For Sanjar
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Anima loved to watch the strange world unfold from behind the window of his room. But what she didn't know was who the man was who owned the room.
By Emily Marie Concannon4 years ago in Fiction
