One Dark Window Book Novels & Stories

Every future disappeared. Every star outside the observatory went dark. The room plunged into blackness. Complete. Absolute. Luke couldn't even see his own hands. Then— A single window appeared in front of him. Just one. Floating in the darkness. A rectangular pane of light. On the other side— The Last Lighthouse. Closer than ever before. Close enough to see individual stones. Close enough to see the windows. Close enough to see— Someone standing inside. Watching him. Alone. The figure slowly stepped closer to the glass.

Christmas was the reading of the book. This Christmas, Don's book was a novel—Norwegian, which was not a coincidence, a novel by the same writer whose essays were in the Norway reading programme. The novel was called The Dark Year, and it was about a man who spent a winter alone in a cabin in the far north of Norway, experiencing the full darkness for the first time. Don had been saving it since September, when he had finished the essays. He had placed it on the shelf above his desk, the designated holding place for the Christmas book, and had not opened it once.

The air felt heavier now, and the lingering chill sent goosebumps racing across her skin. She got up and cautiously walked towards the window, rubbing her arms through her nightgown while shivering occasionally. 'Why is everything silent? Did something happen while I was asleep?' Worry filled her entire being. Stopping in front of the window she pried the curtains open. What she saw shocked her. The window glasses were fogged, which isn't something that has happened before.. And what was even stranger was that she couldn't see through them. Resting her hand on the window sill, a sense of trepidation washed over her again, making her heart skip a beat for no reason. She was about to push the

A paper coffee cup rolling across the concrete. And the window. And in the window — his own reflection. Faint. Off. He looked at himself. And for one brief, breathless second — it looked like he wasn’t alone. Like the glass was crowded. Then he turned away. Fast. Walked back down the corridor without breathing properly until he reached the end. He didn’t look back. ************** The dorm room was still. Too still. Noah didn’t bother turning the lights on. The only illumination came from the desk lamp — a small circle of yellow-white light in the darkness, just enough to see the page in front of him.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

Yes, that was also Nadir's job - collecting male sperm for incubus. Now, filled with life-giving energy, she walked down the street, invisible to people. Nadir was able to dissolve into thin air when she didn't want all the men's eyes on her. Suddenly, a car flashed past Nadir, which was full of suffering, sadness and complete despair. It worked on her as a bait. No demon could resist the feeling of such misfortune. Nadir ran in a demonic speed, thanks to which she quickly caught up with the car. It stopped in front of a small tenement house, the owner of the car got out and slowly "crawled" to the front door. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a little bit of facial hair, black hair,

Centuries have passed and that girl, even when it's tough for me to concede, is probably dead. Thus, another girl, a grown-up lady is always appearing. This dilemma has been present for ever since year 2018 started, goddamn it! I paved my way through the Italian bar. The entrance was covered with beautiful and pink flowers with the neon letters La Fleur. You wouldn't expect that inside it was a bar full of monsters doing drugs, sex, and feeding on people. I saw a familiar man coming out of the counter and making his way to me. I grinned at him and nodded, letting my red pupil show – a way to greet your co-vampires. He did the same too.

The shadows pursued them, their movements unnaturally fast and erratic. One by one, the group climbed through the window, Anna clutching the book tightly to her chest. As her feet hit the pavement, she glanced back at the library. The shadows stood at the broken window, watching them with glowing eyes. One of them raised a hand and waved slowly before disappearing into the darkness. --

Her scent clung to the sheets, sweet and faintly floral. After a few hours, sleep had eventually come. I stirred hours later on the bed and realised that where she lay beside me was empty. My eyes shot open. The room was quiet, shadows shifting with the faint flicker of the dying fire. Then my gaze found her by the window. The storm was still roaring outside, howling loudly. Everything outside the glass is nothing but white chaos. She stood there, completely still with my white polo draped over her body. It barely covered her thighs, and the hem lifted slightly each time the wind rattled the windowpane.