Sci Fi
A Recycled Memory
The outside world was unknown to her but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She had found herself here totally by chance. There was no reason to be in his room. Citizens do not enter the chambers of other citizens. Not that it's prohibited, but it's just not something you do. Like eating in the bathroom or washing your clothes more than once a week. So many things are automatic because life is like that. Everything has its place.
By William Crump4 years ago in Fiction
San Amaryllis
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. At times, it looked like a sliver of daylight. But often, it was just varying shades of grey. Seeing it in this way only made it seem less real.
By Ghostface Writer4 years ago in Fiction
Aurelia's Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Aurelia didn’t know who “he” was, even though they had shared a cell wall for at least the last two cycles. All she knew about him was that he was dead now. The Hosts, as she had taken to calling them, had taken him from his cell very loudly last night after he had made a point of banging incessantly on his door begging over and over to be let out. When Aurelia woke up this morning and he still hadn’t returned, she had moved her small handful of possessions she had acquired into his cell and claimed it for herself. His cell was the only one she’d seen in the many cycles that she’d been confined to this building that had its own window.
By Ellie Beauchamp4 years ago in Fiction
What am I but a Soldier?
The man walked through the crowd, his hood placed firmly upon his head. The sound of celebrations filled the air, drunks bumped into him from every direction, and his stomachs wirled in knots, the nausea from the smell causing his head to spin.
By Edward Michaels4 years ago in Fiction
Specialist Rank
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. I can see her trembling. Not from the apocalyptic world outside the window, but from sitting in front of the Colonel. The man who court-martialed two of our classmates and sent them outside to their deaths.
By Scott Christenson🌴4 years ago in Fiction
"Escape from the Ghostly Apparition"
The Ghost of the Abandoned House It was a hot and sticky summer night when three teenagers, Jake, Emily, and Ryan, decided to explore the abandoned house on the edge of town. They had heard rumors of strange noises and ghostly apparitions in the dilapidated old house, but they didn't believe in such nonsense.
By Ajith kumar4 years ago in Fiction
The 5 worst movies of 2022 at the global box office. PART 2
Blonde 1. Blonde Playing a star however iconic and incandescent as Marilyn Monroe seems to be no simple undertaking, so projecting was continuously going to be an issue for Andrew Dominik's spirit smashing NC-17 transformation of the Joyce Carol Oates novel. Accent issues aside, Ana de Armas manages better compared to most (in one scene, analyzing Arthur Mill operator's "Magda," she's entirely great), however it's the chief's one-layered take on Marilyn, which lessens this perplexing and mysterious lady to victim status, that makes the role so shallow. Seriously troubling still is the manner in which Dominik develops his severely "elegant" understanding (very not quite the same as Oates' more compassionate perusing) around popular pictures of the star, treacherously guaranteeing that whenever we see the first photographs once more, they'll be tainted by subliminal relationship with this appalling, selfish portrait.
By David Nwogu4 years ago in Fiction
All That Was Lost
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It was an ugly place, barren and monochromatic, but he insisted it had once been beautiful. She disbelieved him. How could a place that looked so dusty and lifeless have ever sustained anything, much less done it with beauty? The idea was too strange to her, no matter how many times he invited her to the top of the tower to gaze out the compound’s sole window.
By Sydney Alice4 years ago in Fiction
Beneath Grey Skies
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. "Do you see something out there, Juliet child?" asked the aging male owner of the room, sitting opposite her, behind an antique-looking desk, looking at her through bespectacled eyes. The light played off his pale complexion, a complexion shared by everyone in the community. The seat she sat in was angled somewhat towards the window.
By Michael Lewis4 years ago in Fiction
Pomegranate
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She had lived in that room and had gazed out of that window with her husband for many happy years. It was little more than a rectangular slot where the top of the wall and the rim of the ceiling met. It was equipped with retractable lead-lined slats meant to shield them from further radiation while they slept.
By Ulysses Tuggy4 years ago in Fiction
