Fable
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
My Mind's Eye
I've always known that I was different. Growing up, I could feel it in my bones – like there was something special inside of me, just waiting to be unleashed. How others treated me and how they stared at the weird kid in class was almost too much at times. And as I got older, that feeling grew stronger, and I got a bit more peculiar as the days went by.
By Matthew Angelo3 years ago in Fiction
The Curse of a Blessing
PART: One Eons ago, when humanity was at its infancy, strange creatures roamed the God's vibrant green earth. Strange but only to us, for they were considered wise and civil by all the spirits, angelic and demonic, and all the members of the flora and fauna. What they were called then is unknown to us, and may forever be , but we in modern English refer to them as Dragons.
By Syed Arabi Khalique3 years ago in Fiction
Raising Grace
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. While John had been there for Grace her whole life, her mother had not. She had run off shortly after birth, leaving John to care for Grace alone. John had told Grace never to go outside, the radiation was still at dangerous levels and whatever it didn’t kill, it mutated.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
A Glint of Tender Light
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She would wait until mealtime, when she knew he'd be away, and slip silently along the old stone hallway of the abandoned bunker until she stood with her face pressed against the filthy, thick glass, straining to see the colors.
By Frances Leah King3 years ago in Fiction
For Her, Thy Love
Lustful winds with a aromatic spill of ocean salt fills my senses. The seas edge dances as the moon sheds it's spot light amongst the waves. As the splatter of small drips of spray reaches us setting a scene like no other for this night will be that night. That night I proclaim my heart to her.
By Magnar Arne3 years ago in Fiction
The Underwood Dragon
Lilly is on school holidays; she went camping with her parents. She is sitting in her new Landcruiser, her parents assume there is enough space inside the Landcruiser to sleep and eat. But Lilly knows there's not enough space in the car. Lilly has a dog named Jeffy. He is coming to camp. Her brother Jordan does not want to come because Jeffy licks him and then Jeffy’s saliva comes out of his mouth and dribbles on Jordan's pants. I know that is a bit disgusting anyway, but Lilly’s parents decided that they were going to Underwood Island. In stories and news Lilly heard there are volcanoes, which are big and black. It has fire in it. Lilly said she is not scared of volcanoes if they do not erupt during my school holidays.
By Syeda Tamseel Fatima3 years ago in Fiction
Close the Windows, Asha
Asha loved storms almost as much as her Nanna hated them. No one on the planet loved anything to match the fervent fear and hatred that Nanna had for storms. Asha’s mother explained that it was because of the typhoon that swept Nanna’s home and family away when she was a girl in the Philipines.
By Remington Write3 years ago in Fiction
