All Those Days Watching From The Windows Novels & Stories

I walked into the dark room that once belonged to me. All the thick curtains were let loose, allowing little to no sunshine penetrate into the room. I navigated carefully through the room I spent all 21 years of my life and got to a window. I pulled the window opened and smiled at the scene I got to see every morning. I hated the curtains being opened but never actually attempted to close it, I am so happy I never closed it.

Chapter Seven Dominique I stared at the bustling city through the sky high glasses of my window. The view of the lights in the city twinkling below, almost like the stars in the night sky made the end of tiring days like these, worth it. I was skeptical at first about installing the windows and allowing the view, because I hated distractions and loved to concentrate on my work and the view looked like a potential distraction.

EMBER'S POV The sound of the rain is suppressing my sobbing... I am looking outside of the window, watching rain and thunder but my mind is still roaming on the sentence which was said by that monster. 3 days, in 3 days you will be under me. I still feel goosebumps when I remember his warning... How obstinate he was at that time. Today was the 2 days, now only 24 hours have left at the end of this 3rd day.

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

I stood there watching those statues, I felt it as if they were talking to me, trying to scream something but the man next to me poked me to move on. "Move on...!" As we approached, the unsettling symphony of rustling leaves and distant, echoing owls' deadly calls created an eerie backdrop sending chills down the spine. I raised my eyes looking at the windows, adorned with stained glass, glistening like gems under the pale moon, emitting an ethereal, ever-shifting kaleidoscope of colors that draw you in. Yet, behind those windows, something seems to watch from the darkness within, a presence both alluring and deeply unsettling.

When daddy finds out he's going to skin him. I rolled back onto my side and looked out the window at the tops of the trees in the distance. I didn't know that our windows aren't really windows until today. I could see through other people's windows with the drone, but when I buzzed our house earlier, all I saw was the reflection of the light outside. Daddy had surrounded the whole house with one-way glass.

He growled back, “Then we will safeguard it together. We won’t let him step through. Never.” The shadows hissed and twisted ominously. “Foolish fox! The window will never close completely. One day, she will break…and I will be ready.” The cracks spread across the glass until the entire pane shook violently. Camela pressed her forehead against Vincent's chest and whispered through her tears, “Then I won’t close it or open it…I’ll carry it for as long as I have to.” The shadows froze at her words, and the voice fell silent. Suddenly—a slow, cold laughter echoed all around them. “Yes. Carry me. Carry me forever because the window is never closed.”

— 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝗮𝘁 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮’𝘀 𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲. 𝗕𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟯𝟯𝗿𝗱 𝗳𝗹𝗼� ��𝗿, 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗱.

"Ma'am, I am willing to forget I saw you this morning if you put a smile on that face of yours and cheer up. I am sure it's not as bad as you think. After all, you met me." "Actually, it's just another day in a sequence of bad days that I have been having. Seems my luck has been having a bit of a slump lately, but your kindness has shown me that not all men our complete assholes." She says while her lips hint at a smile. Glancing out the front window, she notices that it's about to rain. "Just my luck! It looks as if it is just about to downpour." She shuts her mouth before he decides to change his mind.

I place my hands flat on the bare wood. And I watch, through the window, the day fully rising, indifferent to cleanings, to dramas, and to missed breakfasts.