One Dark Window Book Novels & Stories

I agreed and fell asleep quickly. It seemed like I wasn’t asleep for more than a few minutes when I was suddenly back in that room with my sister and now, two brothers. They were all shackled to the floor. I did notice that the window was no longer tall, but wide. One of them had turned the window sideways, and I know why. During the era of the Salem Witch Trials, the houses in the affected areas started being built with one window at an odd angle or sideways. It was called a Witch’s Window because a witch wouldn’t be able to fly through it on her broom. It was a human attempt to deter witches from entering their homes.

Slowly I start to work at one of the windows, but as I pull it open, it starts to make a loud crack. I stand in complete haunting silence as I wait for someone to rush in from outside. Yet. Nothing. I slowly push myself up and slip my legs one by one out the open window. It is completely pitch dark; there is no way of knowing if there is someone out here until I am on top of them. But after a save few steps, I start to feel that I have made it. But then… As I am trying to disappear into the darkness, my foot hooks on something, and I fall flat on my face. I gasp as I swallow my screams and wait for someone to come rip me from the ground. But, still, nothing.

One of these days I will release a book, of a mystical nature, so nothing special, but I tried to reflect the reality that they are among us. - Hmm, that would be interesting to read. Duk says in a slightly lowered voice. - What will be the title of your book? - "Those who live in darkness." I will send you one copy, tell me your address. Duke hesitated for a moment and replied: “Uh, it’s very kind of you to send her to Oak branch five, flat seventeen.” - Well, one of these days it already goes into wide circulation. Your first book. Conrod looked at his watch.

Emily The morning sun streams in through my bedroom window, signalling the fateful day has arrived. Today I leave behind my old life for a new future as Luna of Red Creed Pack. More importantly, today marks the first step toward achieving my long-awaited revenge. By this time tomorrow, I'll be far from the grasp of Dorian and Lily. Too far for them to continue hounding my steps. A knock sounds at the door before my mother enters, her smile tinged with melancholy. "Good morning, my darling. Are you all ready for your departure?"

Justin POV The sun dipped low on the horizon, a golden glow casting over the calm waters surrounding my yacht. I leaned against the balcony railing, a glass of wine in my hand. Isabella lay stretched out on the outdoor sofa, her legs curled slightly, her hair spilling over the cushions in soft waves. A book rested in her hands, its cover sporting the title The Glass Castle. Occasionally, she reached for the bowl of strawberries and grapes beside her. She smiled as she read, her fingers grazing the fruit before popping one into her mouth.

Then look at Fly who is walking away from me. I don’t know who I will follow. I took a deep breath then walked to the stairs near the entrance, I took a book as I passed an empty room where there were some books. I looked out the window and saw a black vehicle entering the Moonlight entrance gate. It looks like it's Dark's car, it looks like Dark is here in Moonlight again. I sat on one side of the stairs on the side of it and started to read supposedly, but no matter what I did to focus on my reading, my brain did not absorb the letters and words of the book.

Justin remained staring out at the blackened sky from the window. He hadn't spoken to me for some time seemingly content to stand in silence. Emma left for her shift a while ago to prepare breakfast for the morning meal. She wouldn't be back for some time. The stars flickered through the curtains dotting the ceiling in starlight. The snow capped mountains beyond stood proud and ominously against the star flecked sky. “Goodnight Val.” Justin eventually murmured heading for the door.

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.

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.