Sci Fi
Cube
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Amir's room had the only view of the ocean, the only blue anyone in the cube was privledged enough to see. All of her life, Yves was only familiar with the sanitized monotony of the cube. It seemed never ending, with large white tiles and cylindircal fluorescent lights acting as her sky. Her room was a seventy-five square foot cubby hole in Side A of the cube, next to her neighbors and co-workers Miranda and Oscar.
By Kira Morningstar4 years ago in Fiction
Riverwalk
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The room was a lower-level hotel suite of the long-abandoned Marriotts in downtown San Antonio Texas. It offered a view of interstate thirty-seven and the fortified areas within a few miles north of her sight. On this day, October 3rd, 2188, it began to rain in the early morning hours but cleared early enough for the sun to rise to a cloudless sky. She woke up alone in her inherited room once belonging to her father. Coffee was scarce these days, but with an almost guaranteed arrival of supplies within the next few days, she allowed herself the freedom to make a more potent brew in her Chemex coffee maker. She used a quarter of her daily water rations for her morning routine. The morning rain brought good fortune upon her and her community within the borders of Riverwalk. The community was appropriately managed and would not allow anything to go to waste, especially rainwater. The rainwater would have to be rigorously tested for safe drinkable levels, but of course, that would be after the multiple filtration steps and de-radiation.
By Anthony Diaz4 years ago in Fiction
Behind the Last Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She’s heard the horror stories of how life is so much worse down there. People living with sickness and starvation. They can’t afford to go to the doctors and even if they did have the means, it’s not like there are any doctors down there available for them to see. All the high end jobs are saved for the Upper Class residents, the residents of the New World. The Lower Class, or the Old World, are left down in the Wasteland, fending for themselves.
By Jeremy Collopy4 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
The Last Window Into War
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Seven year old Regan Osienna Ibram had thought to understand machinery and technology. It turned out that her favorite machines included computers, doorbell cameras, DVD players, or, her absolute favorite, radios; even an antiquated Tube TV or VCR. She had been foolish and what she appreciated were machines that she could control. Outside of the window of her half-sanctuary and half-prison was an army of machines who sought to control her; and all of humanity. She didn't necessarily appreciate machines; like so many other misguided people, she liked the aspect of control.
By Kent Brindley4 years ago in Fiction
Death From Above
Darkness. There was nothing but darkness. No sound. No sight. Memories began to swirl around in the dark. Memories of a better time. Amelia with her parents, at school, at home, and even memories at her job. All happy memories that suddenly seemed sad to look back at. Even a longing memory of Hubowski criticizing her work. The memories were blurred reflections of what used to be. One by one they faded off into the darkness once more to be replaced by an extremely loud whirring sound that flooded her ears.
By Stephen Portis4 years ago in Fiction
The Great Wild Wonder
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through her window. The minuscule crack in the barricades before her shared an amazing story of color and vibrant life, a whole universe that defied the sterility of her home in its primal beauty. She saw the greens of jungles, the flittering, colorful wings of fauna in flight, and the shuffling of underbrush as hidden creatures held secret meetings. There was so much out there that refused control or containment that fascinated and amazed her in its freedom. Whenever she was given time alone she would find herself peering through this heaven-sent flaw in the fortified surroundings meant to keep her safe within these walls. Well, she was told this bunker was meant to protect her at least.
By Pierpont Buck4 years ago in Fiction
The Concrete World
THE HIVEMIND: The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The Watcher was the only person in Milgrid's Faculty of Felony Reform that had access to a real window. Inmates were not allowed windows in their cells. If she closed her eyes and scanned through the thoughts of the many, she could see the glass pane behind corrugated iron bars, and the gentle glimmer of an Alice blue sky in the far distance. It let her know that a world existed beyond the hivemind. Something other than the concrete world of Milgrid. Grimy, gritty and guange. With guards in black livery, armed with jointed truncheons pacing the corridors. A space of minimalistic architecture, and dreary grey walls that reminded her of forgotten, dog-eared photographs. A place for those left behind to dust and ash.
By Wonita Gallagher-Kruger4 years ago in Fiction
Breaking Commandments on Level Alpha
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. As the dimly-lit lift slowly shuddered its way upwards on creaking cables, Eve could hear familiar howling rising up through the shaft. MOM suddenly began quizzing her from speakers set into the ceiling, Her tinny voice competing with the wailing of the dogs below. “What are Eve’s Commandments?” asked MOM.
By J. Otis Haas4 years ago in Fiction
Tower of Ash
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She drew her fingers over the moisture gathering on the cold glass of her suitor’s room. Shapes sprang from her fingertips as she idly drew shapes. Memories of another time, before all of this. She knew the shapes were called animals, but anything more had been lost to the passage of time.
By John Moore4 years ago in Fiction
