A Través De Mi Ventana Novels & Stories

I don't want what I get now is not in vain. It's past 7 o'clock. Its time too early to wake up. But I am a person who always wakes up early even though I sleep late at night. I will exercise or work on unfinished reports. Looking out the window is one of my favourites, any window I'm sure to like. Through the window, I can see the outside world differently and see a different world.

The police officer asks. " Please help me, someone is trying to break into my apartment!" I sob. " Ma'am I need you to calm down and look through your window... You have one right?" She asks. " Yeah, there's one!" I reply. " Good, now look through the window and identify what you can see please." " Okay... I peek through the window and I could notice a restaurant across the street. " Hello, are you still there?" " yeah, I can see a restaurant right across the street."

I glanced out the window to see the girl still staring into my window as if the tinted glass would suddenly turn into a see through glass which would enable her be able to see me. I scoffed.

I long for the warmth of light. So I put my feet on the carpet and inched my way to the window. I leaned my body against the window frame. The morning breeze gently blows on my face. Through the window, I could see a large area of coconut trees swaying in the wind. Further away, I could see silver sand beaches and surging water.

Casey P.O.V It was Sunday morning, and the sunlight streamed gently through my window, casting soft, golden shadows across the room. The faint chirping of birds outside my window added to the serene ambiance. I stretched lazily in bed, savouring the quiet, before finally pulling myself up. Another day, another routine.

Could he have entered my room through the window? My eyes flicker to the window, trying to make sense of it. Then, it hit me. Of course. He must have climbed the tree outside, and then used it to enter my window. "You are nuts," I say, my head shaking in disbelief. "Why on earth would you go through the window to get into my room?" "I had to find a way to see you," He answers, keeping his tone casual, as though breaking into my room is the most normal thing in the world.

How? I turned my head slowly, and there he was. My breath caught in my throat as fear washed over me in waves. “I know what you’re thinking right now,” he said, his voice low and shockingly calm. He pointed toward the window, which was now open with broken glass glinting faintly in the moonlight. “I passed through the window.”

Oh yess the window ! I went near the window fastly opening the curtains .I trys to open them but it's locked. I tried one more time, still jammed, in its place . Out of frustration I punched the window which resulted in my own painful fist ,damn it's hurting like bitch. And I am holding my throbbing fist with my other hand doing some kind of panda dance jumping on one leg to other in hope to reduce the pain. During my jump my eyes went towards the window again this time I noticed the outside surrounding and got shocked ,I was so busy in opening the window that I didn't notice the outside world.it feels like I am on some kind of hill because I can see the lake far from here.

NIGHT WAS SLOWLY FADING AWAY. The stars seemed to dim with the break of daylight that was slowly and calmly coming in. I stood gazing out the window in a state of utter apprehension struggling to fathom the very path that had led my life to this bleak dead end. The small wooden brown window with thin glass shatters, the place that had now become a permanent spot for me to sit and ruminate on things; ruminating on my entire existence on this Earth brought me some form of closure and comfort. It eased my internal pain and I felt everything was going to be just okay. The window that had bore witness to my bleak and sad life also bore my happiest moments.

Beautiful on the surface, suffocating underneath. I moved to the windows next, running my hands along the frames, looking for any way to open them but they were sealed shut. Probably reinforced glass that wouldn’t break even if I threw a chair at it. The view of the lake was stunning but it might as well have been a painting for all the good it did me. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass and closed my eyes.