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Raising Grace
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. While John had been there for Grace her whole life, her mother had not. She had run off shortly after birth, leaving John to care for Grace alone. John had told Grace never to go outside, the radiation was still at dangerous levels and whatever it didn’t kill, it mutated.
By Alex H Mittelman 4 years ago in Fiction
The Worst Best Christmas Gift
Moira finished stretching and stood, avoiding looking at any of the mirrors placed strategically around Brookfield Feminine Fitness. She didn't want to be reminded of her red, puffy eyes. Adjusting her charcoal and cranberry leotard, she stepped onto the treadmill farthest from the holly-bedecked front window-wall. It took her a moment to blink away tears and focus on the treadmill's panoramic touchscreen. She logged in and connected her Bluetooth earbuds. They only partially blocked out the gym's cheesy, repetitive holiday playlist.
By Ben Waggoner4 years ago in Fiction
He Can Never Read This
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. His room was dark and frightening. In order for her to get a peak of sunlight, she had to peel back the heavy black garbage bag he had taped over the window. We'll get to that later.
By Audrey Spencer4 years ago in Fiction
Romonno
“Romonno! Avanti!” “Si, si. Io sa!” All around me, it was chaos. 14-year-old me was stuck, horrified, as my parents breathlessly started to prepare to escape. I heard knocking and yelling at the door as the others tried to break through the barrier. Gunshots rang outside as well, our windows shattering at the barrage of bullets. But I had no time to contemplate my own fear. My 8-year-old brother, Prosper, was paralyzed in terror, his trapped position dangerously close to the door. All I knew was that I had to do something, something, to save him. My parents were rushing around me, oblivious to Prosper’s predicament. I saw my father loading his gun, ready for confrontation. My mother gestured for me to take Prosper so we could escape, but I hesitated. I didn’t want to leave my father alone…
By Umar Saleem4 years ago in Fiction
Purely Shattered Christmas
The days seemed long lurking my gaze out of the window, the snow just seemed grey this year. Not even children were playing in the streets, building snowmen, having a proper snow ball fight. See I do not get out to much, when I breathe in the fresh air and hear the sounds of people chatting away with one another. It sends a tremble down my spine, my heart beat slows to erupt in a conversion of blood flow, making my chest ache. But, this year just going out to the end of the road to see no one at all around just gives me a anxious and eery feeling.
By Magnar Arne4 years ago in Fiction
