Young Adult

The Girl in the Window
“The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room.” Alice was sitting in the park when she read the quote from her novel. The words cut through her like a knife. She was surprised because the cover seemed safe, and the setting was a gorgeous woman surrounded by wildflowers in front of an adorable cottage. It seemed so peaceful and yet there was a reminder in bold triggering words. It brought her back to the torment, the painful reminder of living with the “Prince of Darkness” and his cult following. Her breath deepened, and she could feel the tightening in her chest. She began to look around her surroundings. She needed reassurance that she was safe and that her predator was not close. It was as if she lived in a constant state of fear and panic.
By AGirlFromSF3 years ago in Fiction
The wife about a good friend to play at home, we eat together, drunk wife but the excuse company business trip left
My name is Jack. In the year when I graduated from university, my mother, who was dependent on me for life, fell seriously ill. Thanks to Alice's help, my mother successfully survived the crisis.
By min3 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
III
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. A glimpse is all it could be from this distance in a storm. Whenever lightning flashed, grotesque, twisted spires reached towards the sky as if pleading with some deity to explain why they had become so deformed. The building was completely soundproof to the outside. The only evidence of thunder was a low vibration through the walls, furniture, wall plaques, accoutrements. Rain streaked the window but it too conveyed no sound.
By Jonathan Marting3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Dreamer
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Claire wasn’t being held captive, she was simply bored. The air was dangerous outside, and there was nothing for her to do in their bunker home except read the same three books, listen to the same three classical music records, or do math problems that Father would write out for her. Claire hated math, a quality that Father assured her was common for an eight-year-old. She was a dreamer.
By Michael O'Konis3 years ago in Fiction
Despite What You Say
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She loved the feeling of the sun rays filtering through the window, the warmth tickling her chilled skin. How she wished she could stay in this room all day, but she already broke at least three of the many house rules to enjoy this illusion of being outside.
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Fiction
"Breaking the Barrier: A Story of Dystopian Defiance"
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 window in the entire building, and it was heavily guarded by the government to ensure that no one could escape.
By kapil3 years ago in Fiction
Esmerelda's Tale
Maxine pushed open the door of the old bookshop. It was set in an ancient brick building sandwiched between a modern chain coffee shop and a pharmacy. A few doors down was an herb shop, always boasting sales and carrying strangely named vines. Maxine had made a habit of frequenting that shop as well. She had only been in town a few months and was debating if it was the right fit.
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Fiction
The Fall
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Flora was the first to speak.
By Rachael MacDonald3 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
A New Frontier
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The old man was right, there is a world outside the D.O.M.E.
By Dylan 3 years ago in Fiction
The First Born
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Her fathers room had the only view of the city from the farmhouse. The rolling, autumn painted hills could be seen for miles. Beyond the hills, the colorful fields ebbed into a dull gray. The cityscape rose like monstrous giants into the sky.
By Gelena Nicole Brown3 years ago in Fiction