HermitsHouse
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Hi. I don't know what to write in moments like this...
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The AI Bug
John had always been a bit of a geek. He loved nothing more than spending hours on end tinkering with the latest gadgets and playing video games. So when he found himself unemployed and with a lot of free time on his hands, he turned to his Xbox to pass the time.
By HermitsHouse3 years ago in Fiction
You'll be me and I'll be you
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She had never left the orphanage where she had lived since she was a baby. All she knew was the small, dreary rooms and filled to the brim of other children and noise. That was the day that would change her life forever.
By HermitsHouse3 years ago in Families
The last window children
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She had lived her entire life in the same small, dingy room, with only the boy for company. The boy was her only friend, her only connection to the outside world.
By HermitsHouse3 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 had been trapped in this horror dystopian world for as long as she could remember, living in constant fear of the unknown dangers that lurked beyond the walls of the dilapidated building she called home.
By HermitsHouse3 years ago in Fiction
The window of truth
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She had been locked away in this dark, dreary house for as long as she could remember, her only source of light and life being the boy who lived in the room next door.
By HermitsHouse3 years ago in Fiction
Unknown but unafraid
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 walls of the crumbling building they called home. It had been their sanctuary for as long as she could remember, but now it felt like a prison.
By HermitsHouse3 years ago in Fiction
What is meant to be
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It had been years since the walls of the city went up, enclosing them all in a suffocating, bleak existence. She didn't even know what the sky looked like anymore, or the feel of the sun on her skin. All she had were the stories that he told her, of a world full of colour and life, of mountains and oceans and forests. It was a world that she had always longed to see, but knew she never would.
By HermitsHouse3 years ago in Fiction
Escape to freedom
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She had never left the small, cramped apartment that she shared with her parents and younger brother. The government had strict rules about travel and personal freedom, and the punishment for breaking them was severe.
By HermitsHouse3 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 HermitsHouse3 years ago in Fiction
