Excerpt
The Savior
The end of her story began in the god-forsaken village of Sunfall. The isolated land was centered with a cobblestone road and lined with small, run-down houses. Each one was characterized by missing roof shingles; tattered curtains; cracked porch steps; broken fence posts; and garbage lining the outside of the fences. Behind the houses was a dense wood littered with dark, tall, menacing trees. That night, though, the village was especially dark. The full clouds that encompassed the sky would soon give way to rain. Wind swept hastily in between rugged fence posts, howling as it threw garbage onto the road.
By Lee Divine3 years ago in Fiction
Desperate survivors make final plea for entry into sealed city through last window to the outside world
Desperate survivors make final plea for entry into sealed city through last window to the outside world" The last window to the outside world was a small, grimy window high up on the wall of the city's central control room."
By Paul Smith3 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
Behind the Last Window
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 never stepped foot beyond the walls of the compound, but the window offered a tantalizing glimpse of the world beyond. The sky was always a bright blue, the trees a deep green, and the grass a vibrant shade of yellow. It was as if the window was a portal to another world, one that was far more beautiful and inviting than the one she knew.
By Paul Smith3 years ago in Fiction
What Was Life For, If Not To Live?
As I walked through the bustling streets of the city, I couldn't help but feel a sense of despair wash over me. The world seemed to be a bleak and unforgiving place, a cruel and indifferent entity that cared nothing for the struggles of its inhabitants. I felt a deep sense of sadness and emptiness as I contemplated the state of the world and the lives of its inhabitants. It appeared that the sole driving force behind human endeavors was avarice, with the affluent wielding a disproportionate degree of sway and authority over the less financially endowed.
By Vicky Tenth3 years ago in Fiction
