Sci Fi

The Window to the Beyond
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She had spent many days curious about that window. Sometimes, it was covered by a dark curtain. Sometimes, a bright light shone though, illuminating the dark musty room.
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)4 years ago in Fiction
Take My Hand pt 1
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through his window. It was after all his window. The two of them shared one room but he was the larger of the two, he was who they were ready to receive into their world, and she wondered if they even knew she was there. It was his window in his room. She felt as dissociative inside as she felt to their outside, she was just lucky enough that he stopped absorbing her before she had to wait in line for a new room with a new window to look through, maybe next time one of her own.
By Brian Grady4 years ago in Fiction
No Life Outside
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. This was the only Dungeons to include an out-world window, and of course Jean-Michael had been able to keep it as his private office all these years. The old man was the leader more by the strength of his will than by being a well-loved member of the closed society.
By Russel Porosky4 years ago in Fiction
Shortwave
“The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room,” Sakia read aloud as Kiro settled against her side. She barely had to look at the page to get the words out; she and Kiro had both memorized the slim book with its penciled sketches, the only book with pictures at Uncle Hiko’s house. Kiro was only three; the repetition soothed him as much as it bored her, but she was grateful to have at least one way to calm him down before sleep.
By Dane BH4 years ago in Fiction
A Pitcher of Poison
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Cara still thought of it as her brother’s room even though he had been gone a season now. He had been a great forager, smart, quick, skilled. He’d promised that once she was 14 he’d start taking her out with him but her birthday was last week and here she still was, peering through the cracked glass bandaged with duct tape.
By Annie Gibson4 years ago in Fiction
From the Pod Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. David's window was in the pod. David and Anastasia were part of the second generation that had been on the Space Station. It was part of experiment to see what happens when children were born and raised in space. Budget costs and wars caused the surviving members of the space station to return home. Not everyone was returning home, David for one was not. He died on a space walk, and the memory of that haunted Ana.
By R. D.4 years ago in Fiction
Beyond Oasis
The Outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She needed to know what was out there...the curiosity pulled at her every day and was made more intense by the view out of Director Simmons’s office window. It felt like she belonged out there.
By Alicia Anspaugh4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamchild Enterprise. Runner-Up in Behind the Last Window Challenge.
For the Behind the Last Window Challenge on Vocal+ She knew nothing of the outside world, but she could see a glimpse through the window in his room. Temperance thought the sky was bluer than usual today, too blue for the occasion. She gazed after her twin as Charity climbed into the car, never pausing to look back at Temperance. Not once.
By Holly Pheni4 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
THE ASSASSINATION
This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.
By mark william smith4 years ago in Fiction
Quantum of Melancholy
** The character in this story is a victim of Dementia. This is a creative exercise in her view of the window, which may or may not exist in the real world, and her mental/emotional state.
By Veronica Coldiron4 years ago in Fiction
White Christopher
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in His room. And that glimpse confused her quite a bit. For there was a small garden of various fruits, falling from a trio of trees, and clusters there on the circular patch of grass of peaches, apples and pears. Beyond that: numbers and stars, infinitely so, and she could not tell which came first. Her better judgement assumed that the vast array of shimmering celestial spheres were far beyond the fields of raining digits, but the instinctual voice of her subconscious kept nagging at her that the numbers were even deeper back than the stars. Anyhow, it didn’t really matter, because she was White Christopher, just another captive soul to the White Christopher who ran the Ore from on high, and she had never been allowed access to any of the inclinators in all her sixteen long years of life.
By liell4 years ago in Fiction