Sci Fi
Someone Coming, Doing Worse
The bartender had waited long enough. He was neither accustomed to waiting nor accustomed to being made to wait. All night and most of the day, he served ore dogs their alcohol; a drunk mercenary with a story to tell rarely waited long to yield one. He was a nosy and dissatisfied man, and he liked to hear the exploits of people tougher and rougher than he. This woman, though, with her hair plaited tight against her scalp and her exposed skin a tangle of scars, was silent. She was three drinks deep and hadn’t spoken since requesting her first one. Her only solicitation was to fish more coin out of her pocket to slam on the counter. Most other ore dogs would have been drunkenly regaling the bartender with war stories and tales of lewd romps by now, but the one in front of him only sipped her clear alcohol in a slow and deliberate manner.
By Sydney Alice4 years ago in Fiction
Greek
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It was one of many rooms in House Olympus: Zeus’ mansion. It was situated atop the highest peak in the land, surpassing even Poseidon's lighthouse. While she assumed most housed his servants and offspring, this room was utterly bizarre.
By Daysean Higgs4 years ago in Fiction
FNL: The Last Interface
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Jackie’s friends take turns crossing her perfectly programmed lawn to sit on her auto-generated front porch and gaze out at the wall of pixels. All of their interfaces have gone dark by now, shutting down one by one until Jackie’s view was the only one left in the neighborhood.
By Shea Dunlop4 years ago in Fiction
The Figure's Edge
“The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room.” These are the words that kept running, softly, but insistently through her mind as she tried to focus her attention on a vaguely familiar figure standing at the edge of the trees. She knew it was fate that she'd join the figure, out there, after the meadow ended, right where the sky faded into the forest. Beckoning like the refrain from some long-forgotten verse, she wondered, when? how? These were the questions that would leap at her from the sides of her consciousness. Small questions with big connotations and even bigger consequences.
By Nate Rutan4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Dreamer
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Claire wasn’t being held captive, she was simply bored. The air was dangerous outside, and there was nothing for her to do in their bunker home except read the same three books, listen to the same three classical music records, or do math problems that Father would write out for her. Claire hated math, a quality that Father assured her was common for an eight-year-old. She was a dreamer.
By Michael O'Konis4 years ago in Fiction
Noogenesis
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She thought she remembered having a physical body once - her own body, not this borrowed one. But memories are not always reliable, and theirs had become inextricably entangled. She wasn't sure anymore which were hers and which were his.
By Michael Dilts4 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She was not allowed inside his room, of course. The old man hoarded the window’s light, keeping it all to himself. He would stay in his room for hours without coming out for food or drink. The girl would try the door sometimes in these situations, but carefully. She’d been caught entering the code to open the door before. The emaciated old man had come out and shouted at her with anger intensified by his hunger.
By Elisabeth Allen4 years ago in Fiction
