Young Adult

There is no pie in the sky! The boy did not withstand the temptation of the beautiful landlord, after a crazy night turned into a murderer
"Handsome, your rent is due." A voice message from the landlord. I eat steamed bread, looking at the mobile phone, embarrassed: "sister, can not over two days, I haven't paid wages."
By min4 years ago in Fiction
All That's Left
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Small and round, with nothing of a view, buried between the building structures and sand piles. Glass grimy with age and the wear of weather, there wasn't much to see per se, but to her it glowed. The greatest treasure. A shard of sunshine, handfuls of dust blown in the air. A piece of sky so blue it hurt to stare, like a cracked tile you could imagine came from a vast and beautiful courtyard. She had heard that back in the day, when people could survive to stand outside, the sky stretched all the way across your field of vision. Surrounded you with its eternity. The simulators could replicate it, emulate the experience of a memory of a resemblance of what once was in a near-forgotten time. But this, as small as it was, this was real.
By Ellen Stedfeld4 years ago in Fiction
Fight fire with fire? In order to get back at his dissolute wife, he even mortgaged his house to lend money to his brother-in-law to gamble
"Boss, wrap this necklace for me. Make it nice." I stood at the jewelry counter in the mall and watched the clerk put the silver necklace into a jewelry box.
By min4 years ago in Fiction
Bunker Society
A cacophony of alarms pierces my brain and startle me awake. The vibration beneath the skin in my leaves my wrist tingling. Bright white lights flash on, forcing me to squeeze my eyes shut tighter. The alarms stop in unison. I can still feel the residual vibration from the device in my ears.
By Wendy4 years ago in Fiction
Vivian
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She could never look for long; Vivian was only occasionally invited to play in the Architect's apartment. Such performances were intimate and she had to throw all focus into her craft to keep from melting beneath the scrutinous gaze of her audience. The only glances she could spare to the window came as Vivian prepared to play or prepared to leave.
By Rebekah Conard4 years ago in Fiction
She Chose To Forgive Him
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She could make out the cherry blossoms falling like pink snowflakes between her swollen lids. She wished she could dance in the flowers, giggling like a little girl high on the euphoria of life. The cancer-ridden woman grimaced in pain as acid-like tears trickled down the sides of her face.
By Alexandria Stanwyck4 years ago in Fiction
A Pitcher of Poison
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Cara still thought of it as her brother’s room even though he had been gone a season now. He had been a great forager, smart, quick, skilled. He’d promised that once she was 14 he’d start taking her out with him but her birthday was last week and here she still was, peering through the cracked glass bandaged with duct tape.
By Annie Gibson4 years ago in Fiction
After sleeping with his brother's Nemesis
After celebrating my brother's 20th birthday, I felt stupid. I woke up to be a man in an ambiguous position in the arms. And he... He's my brother's Nemesis.
By min4 years ago in Fiction
First Steps
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Babel was an interesting person. The only interesting person in this place. He also was the only one with access to a window that opened outside. No one knew he had opened it of course.
By Dany Jean-Pierre4 years ago in Fiction
Liminal Imminence
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Because of the window’s placement, all Magdalena could see was the sky. It felt more alive to her than anyone else in the bunker. Gray, purple, blue, pink, orange; every color it took was beautiful. Then there was the rain. When it poured, it would play lovely music against the window. Those were the days she slept in her uncle’s assigned bed, and he would sleep in hers. Her uncle found the pounding against the window terrifying. He was always afraid the window would crash open one day and the air would kill him before anyone noticed. Meanwhile, Magdalena was just lulled to sleep by the symphony.
By C.M. Vazquez4 years ago in Fiction
Young air hostess found dead in bathtub, rich second generation boyfriend says, I just found some friends to hang out with her
In N City, a large commercial club in the private room, flashing and confusing lights, noisy background music, a group of men wild swinging their body, a woman around in the middle, on her hands, make all kinds of obscene actions.
By min4 years ago in Fiction
Golden Shackles
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. From here she could hear the clunking of horse hooves on the cobblestones, the buzzing of distant chatter with the shouting of marketers occasionally breaking over the hum. The smell of sweat, shit, and spices wafted up. The city outside could have been a whole other world. It was nothing like the quiet river village she’d grown up in, where a newcomer’s arrival would be a week’s worth of gossip and on a clear night, it was impossible to count all the stars.
By Flora Nickels4 years ago in Fiction