Sci Fi

Astral
The outside world was unknown to her— but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. His singular pain. Concentrated unbroken light. The Emerald city doesn't have that. Her world doesn't have that.
By Bridge Theory4 years ago in Fiction
A New Earth
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Dead and dry earth stretched like tanned leather in every direction and crumbling skyscrapers dotted the horizon like broken teeth. The endless dust and ash swirled in a frenzied dervish across the cracked earth and clawed relentlessly at the crumbled remains of the dead city. Burned out cars, remnants of the life before, were spread like shattered carcasses to the low hills in the distance. The sun, now hidden for over a hundred years behind a thick blanket of choking ash, was nothing more than a faint pinprick of pale, cold light in the gloomy distance.
By Red Sonya4 years ago in Fiction
The Captain's Assistant
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Sibi had been personally chosen to assist the Captain, and the Captain’s quarters were blessed with the only window in the entire compound.
By Lucia Joyce4 years ago in Fiction
The Vigil
Josh had ventured out yesterday to forage for food and supplies. He returned with a meager haul in his satchel, and a bloodied left ankle. The cuff of his pants leg was shredded.
By Albert Alcoba4 years ago in Fiction
Helpless
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. For the longest time, the curtains were closed, but they were gone now. Many things were gone; The flowers by her bed, the steady string of nurses, including her favorite, JoMei, even the flower dresses from her closet—though she wouldn’t be needing those much longer anyway. The only things that didn’t change, the constants in her life, was the tick ... beep, tick ... beep, from the white machine next to her and, now, the window.
By Alex Moliski4 years ago in Fiction
Orange Sun
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. There it was. An orange orb in the sky. The sun. She heard it should be too bright to look at, but it hung behind brown hills and a wall of dust bearing towards them. The room rumbled and trophies and plaques shook in their stands. He quickly shut the window and flashed a smile then coughed.
By Christopher Michael4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It was vast and wide, a terrifying riot of garish colors, unnatural and sinister. Bright light blues and deep emerald greens. There was none of the comfort of familiar grey metal or calm of the monochrome corridors. Instead of the soft lights of their lanterns, there, through the window blazed burning brightness that roared in a hellish arc, all before plunging out of sight and coating everything in inky darkness.
By Al'mahn Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
THE EVER-CHANGING VEIW
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She leans forward and plumps the pillows behind her the best she could before falling back into them with a huff. Sweat trickles from her brow and she marvels at how everything is a chore now while she massages her swollen belly. She kicks the sheets off her legs and lifts Husband's checkered shirt up past her breasts hoping to cool down a bit. She's been on bed rest for a week now; the baby will be coming very soon. She doesn’t mind it though; she loves it up here. Upstairs in the attic where Husband and the Chosen sleeps, is where she gets to look through the only window in the house and marvel at the Outside. She lifts a finger and traces the circular shape of the window at the very top of the far wall, right under the arch of the vaulted ceiling. It grants her the ever-changing views of what lies beyond all that she's ever known. She was born in this house and its interior is her whole world. The three stories of her universe hold the first floor where they all cook, eat meals together, have classes taught by Husband and gather for Ceremonies and family events. The second floor is where they all sleep and bathe, share loud secrets and whispered fights. And the third floor, where you can only go if Husband deems you worthy and only the Chosen is allowed to sleep. She feels safe here, it is what she knows. The Outside is no longer a place that can be inhabited without wings. But since she became the Chosen this new circular world outside of her own has begun to call to her. Right now, the Outside is day and a clear light blue color. If she watches for long enough, little white wisps will lazily drift by and if she was really lucky, a bird would fly past. Her eyes sweep over the room's dark wooden walls and lighter colored floor. A large carpet with a pattern of roses and swirls takes up most of the floor, starting from the wrought iron bed and ending at the large wardrobe directly under the window. Husband’s large bed is pushed into the corner against the wall and parallel to the bed are the stairs leading to the second floor. But on the other side of those stairs next to the desk, are her easel and stacks of paintings. She sighs as she looks at her painting of the brown bird that roosted in the window earlier that summer. She keeps it always propped on her easel, although the memory of waking up to its noises from the Outside are still fresh in her mind. She went from painting every view she could capture of the Outside through that circular window, to every movement of that little brown bird. Never had she felt happier than when she had been capturing the images of that bird’s journey as a mother. From creating the nest, laying the eggs and feeding the baby birds, to teaching them to fly and eventually flying off with them.
By Gabriel4 years ago in Fiction
The Era
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. He stepped in front of her to calmly close the door to the room past his desk in the office. But she’d already seen a glimpse of the beyond. Dhristi did not understand what she had just observed, except that viewing it was forbidden. The tendrils of electricity flashed and she heard banging in the distance and the door shut with a click. She didn’t know why The Protectors forbid her and her family from going beyond the compound. It had always been that way. As long as anyone could remember.
By Brittney Krischel4 years ago in Fiction
A.I.N.S.L.E.Y.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through The Window in his room. “Proximity alert!” she shouted, albeit involuntarily, through her world’s speaker system.
By Adam Clost4 years ago in Fiction
The Coolness of Reason
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The room was my compartment on my personal jet. She laid across the bed and peered out. This was all foreign to Bonnie Clasman. The unfamiliar cloud patterns all signaled in her mind a difference from being on the ground looking up at them. She experienced a sensation of championing the skies, as an instrument of curiosity.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Fiction
The Community
Five years have passed since I entered the community. I can still remember sitting in the courtyard with my younger sister, enjoying our lunch, when the chaos began. Soldiers in strange uniforms suddenly stood in the middle of town, almost like they just appeared out of thin air. We still don’t know if they were a part of the government, or if they were against it, but the country I once knew is gone.
By Victoria Rivera4 years ago in Fiction