Adventure
City of Radiance
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Life in the City of Radiance was anything but what it seemed. While it seemed beautiful and grand, beneath its polished surface lurked a seedy underworld of injustice and oppression. No one knew this better than Violet, who had grown up within its walls. Those walls created a life of isolation that sheltered darkness. Overtime the walls felt normal, as life offered painful insight. Happiness and laughter were rare echoes through the gutted brick buildings, that once were renovated. Slums of poverty, filth, and embarrassment for those left behind. Tears were the only sense of life that most knew all to well.
By Della Lonaker3 years ago in Fiction
The Window of Hope
The window was the only source of light in the cramped, damp, windowless room. It was a tiny rectangle of dirty glass, high up on the wall, that allowed the prisoners to see a sliver of the outside world. It was the only thing that kept them connected to the world beyond the prison walls, a reminder of the life they had once known and lived in.
By Baxter Page3 years ago in Fiction
Christmas Eve! Santa Is Coming!
Strong winds blew the minuscule frozen water drops violently against the house as one child lay in his bed with bulged eyes. Tonight was the night. The most feared of the year. Christmas Eve. Sweat droplets lay cold upon his brow and shallow breaths breezed through his dry mouth and chapped lips. he slowly lifted his blankets off of him and crept to his door. He spotted his father standing at the foot of the stairs, holding a shotgun pointed at the fireplace. Tyler crawled silently to his closet and carefully pulled out his brand new BB gun that he had gotten for his ninth birthday, just two months ago. After making sure it had bullets and surveying it proudly, he made his way to his dad’s side and cocked his little gun, pointing it in the same direction as his father's gun.
By Jerusha G. Burks3 years ago in Fiction
5 Guidelines for fiction writers
WHAT IS FICTION WRITTING? is the creation of fiction-based written compositions. Fictional writing frequently takes the form of a story intended to entertain readers or express the author's point of view. This could lead to the creation of a short story, novel, novella, screenplay, or drama, albeit these aren't the only forms of fictional writing. Novelists, playwrights, short story writers, radio playwrights, screenwriters, and other genre-specific authors all write fiction.
By Johanna Wanjiru3 years ago in Fiction
Lost in thought
She didn’t remember that grove of trees. Which, you are quite right, is ridiculous. How can a grove of trees look any different than another another grove of trees? And how could you possibly tell the difference between one and the next? She wasn’t sure. Maybe it was the low branches hitting the ground at the wrong angle. Or maybe it was the wildflowers around it that looked different. But she knew something was wrong.
By Brigitte Pellerin3 years ago in Fiction
Anna's Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The window was her lone link to the world outside her four walls. It served as her lifeline and means of escape from the routine and monotony of her daily life.
By Cordell Black3 years ago in Fiction
Noumenon
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The rooftops of the buildings that surrounded them. The streets down below, people peppering the sidewalks as though they were ants marching to and fro a million miles away.
By Raine Fielder3 years ago in Fiction
The thought patrol
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see glimpses of it through the window in his room. Who “he” was she had no idea, where she was she had no clue, but she knew what was going on and how she got there. Her name was Christine, a 22-year-old woman with long blonde hair, at least it once was, before all of the dirt and the like had set in. It was cold outside, the temperature had dropped to below 30 degrees Fahrenheit, and her clothes were the same clothes she first threw on when she went on the run six months earlier, back in July 2025 when she had celebrated the 4th with her twin sister, enjoying the fireworks on the Whitehouse lawn.
By Timothy E Jones3 years ago in Fiction
