Looking Through My Window Book Novels & Stories

Even the air vent had a metal cover. I touched it.It didn't move.I pulled harder.Still nothing.I stepped back.“Think, Kirrily.”I whispered to myself.“Think.”I walked toward the window.Outside, the first rays of sunlight were touching the hills.The valley looked peaceful.Beautiful.Almost like nothing bad could happen here.I hated that.Peace had always scared me more than noise.Noise warned you that something was coming.Silence made you believe everything was fine.I looked down.The ground was far below.Too far to jump.I checked the window frame.No handle.No opening.No weak spot.I moved to the second window.Same thing.Then I noticed something.A small black sensor was fixed near the top of the f

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.

Because I need them to be distracted so I can get out of here. I reach the large arched window despite my slow limping. With one last look behind me, I grab the cold metal handle and turn it as slowly and as carefully as I can. I expect it to squeak since I have no idea when it was last opened, but to my surprise, it made no sound. As smoothly as I never expected, the window slowly swings open, showing me the vast expanse of the dark grey sky overhead. Thick clouds are dotting the rest of it, covering some sections and casting shadows on the ground below.

I miss them so much. I was still in shock — I was really going to work at The JACOBS Company. That’s crazy! The thought of it made my stomach flutter. I had only been to the office once for my interview, and it wasn’t much of a distance from my house. Yet, I didn’t want to show up all sweaty, so I quickly ordered a ride, which was just a few minutes away. 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.”

If they could’ve sagged, I was sure they would have; they were laden with stacks upon stacks of books, all of which were piled as high as they could go. “Woah,” I breathed. “This is just… wow.” I couldn’t imagine anywhere more perfect. I could already picture us in here together, Samyak curled up in the window seat with a book, myself sat at the desk researching, writing, or even reading with him. Through the window by the desk I could see the backs of the sunflowers out by the front door, and edges of ivy leaves brushed against the glass. Through the window seat I could just see what looked like a patio, which was equally covered in plants, as well as a wooden staircase, which I assumed rou

I looked around the room and didn’t try to perform sensitivity like anyone would; instead, I acted as though everything was normal, which it truly was. I first tried the latches on the window to see if they worked, and they did, so I pulled them apart and allowed fresh air into the room. “Is that hers?” I asked, referring to the book on the windowsill. It looked like what only a lady would own. “Yes.” He replied. I cautiously picked it up, running my hand through the dusty surface. “Tell me something about her that was funny,” I said, turning around to look at Lucian, who I didn’t realize was staring at me with a dreamy look on his face. The moonlight streaming in through the window shone di

Not to read or make any research, but to see Paris and maybe speak with her. When I crossed the window, I saw her sitting before a table lamp, flipping through the pages of that red book I saw her with earlier in the hall. I wasn’t surprised to see Liam walk out of the shelf corner. He tossed a book on the desk and sat. They started talking, but I didn’t care to eavesdrop this time. All I did was admire her. As I stood behind the library window, my hand rested against the cold glass as she moved closer to him. My eyes wandered over her, and something tightened inside me. Not pain exactly.

(Calla's POV) The air within the cabin had been too still, too parched. I still sat with my back against the window seat with the same book that I couldn't understand all afternoon, following the lines of the page where it was thinning out and cracking into fragments in my mind as it whirled round and round.

I took my gaze back to the book and my fingers on a line. “Vanashda Si...” The windows in the room began to flap, and a hush of wind came in. The lights in the room dimmed and blacked out. I was startled and dropped my legs to the ground. What’s going on? I left the couch to the window and forcefully closed it and exhaled. Was it because of what I said that it happened? I turned and saw a glimpse of someone sitting on the couch with the book which I was reading. “Look inside of you, you’re so much more than you can be.”

Aimlessly wandering the woods, the woods that Nox is very familiar with, isn’t going to help me. I sidestep a small wooden box on the ground, the object that I had to have knocked over when I tried to get out the window the first time. Kicking it aside, refusing to give it any attention, I look out the window. The view doesn’t settle my stomach. If anything it makes it worse. There isn’t anything besides trees, dense thick forest for as far as the eye can see. There’s peaks of small structures poking out between trees off in the distance. It’s unsure if those are neighbors or buildings on the property.