Adventure
Figura en una Finestra
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It was the only one the woman had ever known, and it wasn’t even real. Made of linen and oil paint, it was a crude caricature of freedom. Unlike her, the figure at the window had opportunity. The ocean lay beyond her view, with a distant ship headed towards a horizon unknown. Her face looked onward, and her right foot was raised, ready for another step into the sea of possibility.
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Fiction
Daphne's Quest
You’re not comin’ with me!” Daphne growled over her shoulder, “Just go home already, Liam!” Her agile brown fingers gripped the straps of her backpack tighter as her eyes focused on the path ahead, resolute and determined. She stopped walking and puffed out her cheeks, turning her green eyes skyward at the creak and clank of Liam’s crutches crunching through the underbrush behind her. The noises stopped when she stopped, replaced by the soft puffing of the heavyset boy the crutches belonged to. Daphne let out her breath slowly and counted to ten in her head before turning to face Liam. His pale face was bright pink from effort and the chill December wind stinging his cheeks. She thought he looked a bit like an overstuffed sausage in the wool parka his mother knitted for him, which he had outgrown already. He stared back at her expectantly, waiting most likely for her to keep walking so that he could keep following her.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Fiction
End Game at Fort Igloo
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in His room. That’s what my epitaph will say; that’s what all our epitaphs will say. At least, on the little tin placard drilled into the concrete beside my catacomb niche – or whatever it’s called. Is it still a catacomb if it’s only for jars of ash? Either way, it’s embarrassing.
By Philip Canterbury3 years ago in Fiction
Last Window to the Outside World...
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 city, never stepped foot beyond the walls that enclosed them all. The only way she knew of the outside was through the window, and the stories told by those who had been there.
By Mello.viibes3 years ago in Fiction
Searching For Sanjar
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Anima loved to watch the strange world unfold from behind the window of his room. But what she didn't know was who the man was who owned the room.
By Emily Marie Concannon3 years ago in Fiction
Little Kingdom
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Margot lay on her bed, as always, and gazed out to the world of trees that leaned and pitched crooked and forlorn, often without leaves. She couldn’t remember life before Frank’s care, and when he took her in she was otherwise unwanted, as he put it. Only little snippets of Margot’s origin came from him, and only when he was ready to share. Whether the truth was too painful for his own heart, or that he didn’t want to overwhelm her with details, she didn’t know. When Margot was young she’d beg for tales of her childhood, but even her pleading eyes were met with resistance.
By Kaitlin Oster3 years ago in Fiction
