Looking Through My Window Book Novels & Stories

She would tell Lu-Lu the whole episode of what just happened and they'd laugh at it together. Knowing fully well that she wouldn't be able to fall asleep again, she decided to read a book. A novel Lu-Lu had borrowed her over a month ago. It was supposed to be a good book about a cowgirl and aliens. Trust Lu-Lu to pick the weirdest things. Mira settled down on her mini couch by her west window. Her room was actually the attic. When Mira and her mom had moved to this house. Mira immediately fell in love with the attic and its' window views. It had two windows, one facing the busy street while the other facing the forest behind the house. One window was always so lively while the other serene a

With the last book touched by my fingertips, I decided to leave for today and return tomorrow early, to browse properly this time. When I looked at the big glass window of the library, the moon was already up, giving a majestic glow into the room, multiplied by the glass as it gives that surreal feel when passing by. The ornaments laid out in the sofas and tables placed in front of the glass window glints by the moonlight, as if they’re gems and jewels. Even the little pieces of glass that stood like a little mountain by the table. ‘Wait, little piece of glasses?’

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.

So, it wasn’t her. Thinking that I may have been hearing things, I returned my attention to the thick novel that I was reading. Then suddenly I heard a sound from outside of my window. Again, I paused, then I turned around and peeked out of my curtain. A forest of trees was not even a yard off from my window, and the trees were thick, so there was very little that could be seen, and that was saying something as I had perfect vision.

*Poppy* I sat on the edge of my bed, staring out the window at the sprawling landscape beyond the mansion's walls. The sun was slowly sinking behind the distant mountains, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. It was beautiful and captivating, but I found no solace in the view. My mind was a tangled mess of worry and frustration, and the weight of uncertainty pressed heavily on my chest.

I whispered to myself as if there was a light bulb that suddenly flashed above my head. I went to the window and opened the curtain. The window is just the right size and height to use in what I do. I see nothing outside and I only see my reflection. I felt the shape of the window box using my hand from top to bottom “Et aperi mihi volo ut ubi ego vado, Coventry," I whispered the window and blow it carefully while still holding my hands to the windows. I waited a few seconds when the window suddenly became visible, I lost my reflection there and I immediately saw the look of the room. They are completely inside the library while sitting at a round table. Their faces show the annoyance and an

In transit to the houses and flats and apartments of people who would read it in whatever time and light and configuration they read in. Three hundred and forty-two pages of honest reckoning. Her name on the cover. In the world. She stood at the window for a long time. Then Mae appeared in the kitchen doorway in the specific state of someone who had woken up early specifically for this morning. “It’s today,” Mae said. “It’s today,” Anya said. Mae came and stood beside her at the window. The two of them looking out at the early spring morning. “Are you scared?” Mae said.

Devon looked stunned as well, and my defiance to permit his touch led to this uncomfortable silence between us right now. Tensely and ever eager to fly away and go hide beneath my layers of blankets, I watch the fast-pacing scenery out the half-rolled-down window. It's fascinating. Places captured in the newspapers and some magazines Mei and Mortiz gave me. Asphalt and tarred roads, tall and short buildings, overhead bridges, traffic lights, various kinds of vehicles and motorcycles, and the citizens moving about their business. I lean towards the window with ecstatic awe, my giddy fingers clutching the top of the window to bring my face out a bit. The breeze is cool and soothing, enticing m

“The window!” Now comprehending, I snatch Ivy by the hand fair as she shifts back into human frame, and the two of us duck into the room. There’s a growl and a crash, and minutes afterward, Chart book takes after us. I have to battle to keep up the obstruction without being able to see it, and I turn to Chart book as we lurch toward the window, quietly signaling my question.

Hold. Out. But every time I exhale, I find my gaze drifting to the window. The same window someone tapped. The same window Lyon walked straight to when he came back inside. It looks ordinary now. Harmless. Almost innocent. But I know better. I take another breath—longer this time—and stand. My feet barely make a sound against the floor as I cross the room. I lift the edge of the curtain just enough to see the yard. It’s empty. At least, it looks empty.