Books Like Through My Window Novels & Stories

I will let the letters let me. Like I said, my room is full of books. Algebra, geography, 21st-century Literature, and even dictionaries. I've read almost everything, and my life sucks. Sucks not to the point I have nothing to do, but I am a sucker. A sucker of all forms of knowledge. I just sit here and scan and sleep. But I don't find it boring or a run-on-the-mill. Maybe I am conspired to be like this, to do like this. Nothing is unprecedented. I went near the window and from here, I can see the grainfield and other parts of district G.

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀 I stood beside my window, fingers pressed lightly against the cold glass, watching the world outside. The world that could never be mine… no matter how desperately I longed for it. My eyes were fixed on Lara Harvard. She lived next door, and from my window, I could see everything that happened in her vast compound, almost identical to ours, yet somehow so different. Hers felt alive. Mine felt like a cage.

Before going i saw my reflection in the mirror and whispered to myself, “Damn, your girl looks so fine. I’m not about to play with this position.” In about 10 minutes, I arrived at Vans and Sterling Company — and boy, this place was flashy. From the security men dressed in all black uniforms who happily opened the doors for me, to the gleaming polished floors and sky- high walls, I instantly knew I hit the jackpot with this position. “Thank you, Jesus,” I whispered under my breath, fully aware that it was only through Him that I had gotten this spot.

My fingers wrapped themselves upon the thin parchment paper of the book that I was reading as I flipped it over and over. “This is useless,” I muttered. “What’s useless, sis?” Byron plopped himself down on the ground with me. “This book that Trei gave us yesterday,” I told him and showed him the hardcover of the book. “Do you think he got scared? I mean, even he did not escort us today.” He laid his back on the cold metal wall behind us.

I had no idea I could get this happy with having a proper bathroom. My eyes went to the drawn curtains, a window... I placed my feet on the ground and stood up. I half ran and half tripped to the curtain and flung them open. It was a glass window and behind it, I could see bricks. All the locks on the window were melted so that no one could pick them and if that wasn't enough, the brick was there to take all the hope away.

I turn and leave. ~~~ The second day finds me standing outside her door longer than necessary. I carry only books. I enter without waiting for permission. She sits in the chair near the window this time, not the bed. Her posture is straighter. Stronger. Her gaze sharpens when she sees the stack in my arms. “What’s that?” “Something to pass the time.” I set them on the table. Poetry....Histories.....A collection of old myths..... A manual on falconry.

It is already furnished and it seems the landlord did a good job cleaning everything nicely before renting it out. Since we had a lot to unpack, we ordered in food just for lunch and the whole day we unpacked and arranged our things. --- It is now evening and I am sitting in my room, reading a book. The window has glass panes which are completely transparent. Not that anybody could see me through the glass because there are no houses in the proximity, but the branches of the tree and the view of the woods from my window is kind of strange! It is different…a bit creepy and at the same time quite out of the world!

I read the same paragraph four times before I gave up pretending. I went to the window. His car was still there. I went back to my book. The rain got heavier as the evening went on, building into a proper storm. Thunder rolled somewhere in the distance and the windows rattled with the wind. I made more tea. I turned the lamp up. I finished two chapters without retaining a single word of either of them. Every time I checked the window his car was still there. By the time the rain finally started to ease I was done waiting for this to make sense on its own.

Alika's POV The sky outside the window faded into a sickly gray-green, like it was about to vomit a storm long held back. Wind twisted between the old library’s windows, slipping in through tiny cracks, carrying with it a chill that burrowed straight into my bones. My hand trembled as I turned the final page of the ancient tome Anindya left behind—a book that had already stolen my sleep, and tonight, threatened to steal my peace. The pages were frail, like dying skin left too long under the sun. Strange symbols etched across each leaf, pulsing faintly as if I were touching the heartbeat of something still alive.

His room. The window was cracked open, just like always. The polished gold rods beneath it gleamed like something out of a fairytale, elegant, useless, and exactly what I needed, fancy and utterly impractical for security. But perfect for girls in love. I gripped them tight, ignoring the sting in my palms as I climbed. My knees scraped against brick, the sky yawning wide above me, starless and spinning. I smiled. Almost there. But when I peered into his window, my smile died.