Fable
The Struggle of the Common Man
It was a typical summer day in the city, but there was a sense of unease in the air. People bustled about their daily tasks, but their movements seemed forced, as if they were trying to ignore the elephant in the room. The elephant, of course, was the rising inflation. Prices for everything from groceries to rent had skyrocketed in recent months, leaving many struggling to make ends meet.
By James Green3 years ago in Fiction
The View
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse through the window in his room. She had never really known what the outside world was like. The war had been over for twelve years now. She was only six months old when the first nuclear weapon was fired at a city in the far eastern part of Europe. After that, it seems every nation, tribe, religious or political group used it as an excuse to settle old scores or debts they felt were owed to them.
By Bruce Curle `3 years ago in Fiction
Within
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The first time he led her to the room, after she had brought him food and drink and then he had bid her follow him, they ascended more stairs than she counted into darkness. By the light of the hearth she had beheld his kind eyes, and at first she followed his thick leather boots up wooden stairs. Candles in the stone walls became fewer and farther between, their small flames guttering before fading away, and eventually she was following not her vision of him but his heavy footsteps, the deep sound of his breath, the lingering warmth of his body.
By Will Entrekin3 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
Apple
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. He was kind to her. Always. And fair. Maybe not always fair. But when he wasn’t, his bias leaned in toward her favor. He was generous, too. And patient, of course. And he gave her this space. All of this space, and only this space. Only the space illumined by the light filtering through that one window.
By M. Michael TRARP3 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
"Escape from the Ghostly Apparition"
The Ghost of the Abandoned House It was a hot and sticky summer night when three teenagers, Jake, Emily, and Ryan, decided to explore the abandoned house on the edge of town. They had heard rumors of strange noises and ghostly apparitions in the dilapidated old house, but they didn't believe in such nonsense.
By Ajith kumar3 years ago in Fiction
It Lurks Among the Pine
As I write this, the mountains seem so dark and damp from the freshly fallen snow; too early in the season to settle on the forest floor. Incandescent yellows and fiery orange leaves climb the mountainside in broad strokes among the primarily piney wood.
By Willow Cinders3 years ago in Fiction
