The Balcony

he heard (sound effect: city street) outside was cars, people speaking about their daily lives, and the construction that was happening right outside of the condo. The teenaged boy decided to grab a cup of soothing tea and take a step out to the balcony. He had a newspaper between his arm and chest and on the other hand was his tea. It was hectic and loud for a Friday morning, due to the rush hour, kids finding their way to school, and adults rushing for work, not a single day could be the sweet

joined them in the laughter. Riya couldn’t help laughing either. She wouldn’t know whether Preeti could hear her from that far in the rain but that’s when Preeti saw her. It was just a fraction of a second! And Riya quickly turned her back to the balcony and ran inside. She could tell Preeti had seen something in her eyes. And Riya was horrified. Would Preeti know it was

cobblestone were set aflame and illuminated the pathway that led to the massive balcony that overlooked one of the most beautiful parts of verona. the youngest but astoundingly handsome son of montague peered upwards to find a window, a moving silhoulette and a candlelight obvious to the eye. "but soft, what light through yonder window breaks?" he mumbled to himself. the 17-year-old proceeded his stroll, nearing the balcony. with each step, more words gracefully fell from his lips. "it is the east

He was going to kill this lynx, and all I could do was watch from the royal balcony. I was escorted to the balcony, with Jax sitting and watching the two below us. Nobody was in the arena, so the echo of the speaking counting down to the beginning was a little unsettling. Immediately, the lynx dashed forward, only to be pounced on by the snow

"It wasn't your fault he was... killed that day. Well it's really late and I am tired... Please forgive yourself.... Please." Queen Isabelle said looking at her brother a lone tear gently falling down her cheek. King Henry whipped away her tear and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight and... I will try... I just wish he could come back for like a second... to say he isn't mad at me. To say that he forgives me or something." The king said sadly smiling at his sister. "He probably wishes it to... He is

The warm Australian sun beating on to my face through the balcony doors I had left wide open the night before. I rubbed my squinting, tired eyes and traced across my body for any insect bites that I may have accumulated before sitting up in bed, stretching my arms and pacing to the balcony. Goodness me, isn’t Australia big? With one hand on my hip, the other shading my vision, I gazed across the alluring skyline. It seemed

they came in, so I assumed that they might be drinking. The group that was leading my friend and I just ignored them, and kept going up. We stopped at a balcony type area that was connected to the building, but outside. It was a gorgeous view of downtown Minneapolis. Suddenly, Emily and her two friends caught up with our group at the balcony. They started climbing on things that were not meant to be climbed, so we left and continued our journey upwards. We finally made it to the roof. It was

unconstructed houses which seemed like unmapped area, and numerous resemblances to pirate ships such as a flag flying off the balcony, my childhood home was the perfect place for a blooming imagination to run wild. The house stood proudly like a warrior from the Hun dynasty, sheathed in an armour of wood colored bricks. It had a Canadian flag being displayed in the balcony, the house seemed like a heavy seadog navigating the suburbs. Being one of the first houses built in the neighbourhood, the house

hand jerked out and seized the queen’s pale, unmarred throat, pulling her from her slumber, and the assassin dragged her towards the balcony, while the queen thrashed and clawed at the hands holding her throat in an iron grip. The assailant released her prey by throwing her to the ground, the queen rolling for several feet before hitting the stone railing on the balcony, instantly soaked by the pouring rain. As she stepped into the howling wind and beating rain, lightning flashed and the queen saw her

my shoulders. Heavy, heavy drops of rain dripping down. Is it raining now? I question myself. As droplets came in contact with my hands, I saw the unmistakable red. Blood. I instantly looked up and spotted a hand soaked in blood hovering over the balcony. As the curious side of me appeared, I quickly rush to the apartment floor to the corpse whilst dialling my fellow colleagues. As the door to the elevator open, I stepped foot onto the level only to discover