Sci Fi
Honorable Faceless Thing
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Thurdo wadded up the piece of paper and tossed it out the open window, into the head-heaps below. A stupid first sentence, for a stupid gent with a stupid name. Thurdo. What kind of name was that? His grandfather had been Murdo MacNelson, his father Murdo MacNelson, Jr. What on Earth was wrong with Murdo MacNelson the Third? Thurdo. Suppose his mother thought that was funny, and his father couldn’t argue with a woman who’d just undergone childbirth. Turdo, that’s what the schoolchildren called him back when schools happened. Set him up for a life of embarrassment, is all it did, and if things continued to go as they were going, it’d set Thurdo MacNelson up for an objectively embarrassing death as well.
By Steven Christopher McKnight4 years ago in Fiction
A life for a life
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She had always been curious about what lay beyond the small, cramped bunker they lived in. It was the only window to the outside world they had, and it was always guarded by him.
By HermitsHouse4 years ago in Fiction
The Chalice From Above
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. He was a master of nine but a King nonetheless. Only having sovereignty over the building in which he watched the people below from. He was the last king left.
By K.L. Wilson4 years ago in Fiction
Beyond the Labyrinth
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. In the near distance, she saw trees—a few blackened trunks with some bare branches. There were two mountains in her view too, that loomed above the trees.
By Fiona Howell4 years ago in Fiction
Wrecked Remnants
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She had never seen much of anything out there—it was like staring at a slightly mobile painting, one that changed only slightly each day—but she continued to peer into the curved glass of the scope anyway.
By Robert Pettus4 years ago in Fiction
You Shine So Bright
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. My daughter felt a pang of panic as she ran outside my son’s room. All of fourteen-years-old, Lesly Raynell still had a racing imagination and a bit of a fright about the events unfolding outside that window.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Fiction
The New Year's Eve Showdown
As the countdown to the new year began, the crowd at Times Square erupted into cheers and applause. The ball drop was always a highlight of the night, and this year was no different. As the clock struck midnight, the ball began its descent and the crowd went wild.
By Dheenadayalan B4 years ago in Fiction
The Underlands
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It used to be a doorway, she thought. But the years had buried it with rubble and now only the top quarter of it remained open. Letting in light and sand. What could have been a door was now splinters and dust on the floor. She’d never dare step outside. Even if she could wriggle and pull herself through the gap remaining, what she could see was uninviting. Rubble and sand. And hot. Just being in the room had her shirt sticking uncomfortably to her body. She imagined leaving and instantly the sun burning her skin to a crisp and frying her hair and boiling her eyes. Becoming a sand wraith, doomed to seek out the water of the living.
By Nakiya Costin4 years ago in Fiction
