Adventure

The Silo
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She touched the sealed reinforced glass doors and peered through. The Silo technician was sitting in an office chair at the control panel by the window. His semi-skeletonized head was tilted back over the headrest. A black pistol laid at his feet.
By Drew3 years ago in Fiction
Cup of Blood, Renew these Fallow Lands
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. “I can always refuse,” said Kajori. She looked straight out through the thick, smoked glass, and stared with a frozen face at the land beyond the compound. “I can withhold consent.”
By Conor Darrall3 years ago in Fiction
Vivian
(Author's note: Please excuse the inclusion of AI-generated art with this piece. This was created fairly early in the public adoption of generative AI, and I hadn't yet understood the impact and consequences of using it. I've chosen to give myself some grace and leave the art attached to the stories they were generated for, as they were an earnest part of my creative process at that time.)
By Rebekah Conard3 years ago in Fiction
A Saltmarsh Survival Story
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. At first glance, deceptively familiar—a barge composed of colorful shipping containers drifted against the white, encroaching sky, where dots of gulls swooped down and up again, pilfering from the brackish waters below. But the Port of Savannah’s modern strangeness was irreconcilable with her childhood memories. Swarms of mechanized dockbots and self-operating gantry cranes thudded and clinked in autonomous synchronicity, flaunting the ghostly obsolescence of their human forebears. The nose-burning adhesive smell of the old paper mill was absent from the salty marsh air. Even her late father's overseer cabin was unrecognizable.
By Morgana3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Mage
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. On the night of a total solar eclipse was a child born to the pride and joy of the kingdom Ruidia. Thirteen years before this, during a total lunar eclipse that child’s elder brother, Crown Prince Wren, became the sorcerer that drowned the world in shadows. The Dark Prince, the Umbral Mage, did he become known as, and with the revealed power to bend darkness to his will did he steal the shadow cast onto Earth by the eclipsed moon and spread it across the globe like a plague. He then disappeared into the worldwide and eternal night, leaving behind a sister who knew of her brother only by word-of-tongue and the legacy he left behind. Each night as she grew, she watched from the window of the empty, quiet room which no occupant of the palace dared open save for her.
By Lizzy Rose3 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 Gibson3 years ago in Fiction
From the Pod Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. David's window was in the pod. David and Anastasia were part of the second generation that had been on the Space Station. It was part of experiment to see what happens when children were born and raised in space. Budget costs and wars caused the surviving members of the space station to return home. Not everyone was returning home, David for one was not. He died on a space walk, and the memory of that haunted Ana.
By R. D.3 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-Pierre3 years ago in Fiction
Spring Break Apocalypse
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. What a serious bummer.
By A. Lenae3 years ago in Fiction
Dreamchild Enterprise. Runner-Up in Behind the Last Window Challenge.
For the Behind the Last Window Challenge on Vocal+ She knew nothing of the outside world, but she could see a glimpse through the window in his room. Temperance thought the sky was bluer than usual today, too blue for the occasion. She gazed after her twin as Charity climbed into the car, never pausing to look back at Temperance. Not once.
By Holly Pheni3 years ago in Fiction
Gone to Ground
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. So, when she left our quarters every few days claiming to volunteer in the greenbays, I knew she was lying. I had behaved in much the same way once.
By Lark Hanshan3 years ago in Fiction
Worlds that End
Part 1 – The window to the end of the world The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Today, it was stormy, it had been for the past few days. The wind was breaking dead trees and the rain was whipping at the window with impotent fury. No matter how bad it looked outside, one would only know it if they looked through the window. From anywhere else in the house, you could be blissfully ignorant of the chaos outside. Most nights, only the crackling of the fire and the mice could be heard. The girl liked the mice, she would often talk to them about the things they have seen. Interesting stories to be sure, but the girl considered them to be just that, stories. Only through the window could one see outside, and only through the door could one go outside. But the door never opened, not ever. The mice were great liars.
By Floyd Doolittle3 years ago in Fiction