One Dark Window Novels & Stories

ANDY’S POV I block my eyes from the sun with my hand as I get up from the bed. I decided to sleep with the light on and I forgot to shut the window last night before I went to sleep, so the blinding sun greets me with a subtle threat of blindness. I put a slight pressure on my eye to ease the sleepiness before climbing out of the bed. It was hard to fall asleep last night because my mind didn’t stop replaying the events of that day and when I finally fell asleep, I did not know.

Emily arrives at the following floor washroom window and begins tapping the window while saying help. In the washroom, The man with a cool emanation and a face on the billboard saying "don't come close to me in any case you are dead" is hanging tight on his face. He is in almighty Ryan Bond. He came here with his companions who encouraged him to head outside and have some good times. Suddenly, he heard the sound and looked for the source of it. He was stunned and grinned softly in the wake of seeing the young lady's face. Following two years of ceaselessly looking, at last he discovered her, he thought.

worry. Harlow faced the flat surface of her door; the whiteness of it was bold when she stared at it; it looked like nothing; it waited for her to gently pushed its rigid form open, and when she did, it creaked as it opened wider for her to see inside the room. The first thing she noticed was the wide-open window and the curtains widely dancing around as the wind pushed the fabric material to dance. However, it wasn't that concerned her; the red liquid stained the white painted wood that framed the window was concerning.

Unknowingly, my nerve cells started to respond to the circumstances. The two of them didn't seem to notice that there was someone else besides them as they were lost in their world. They appeared to be close friends and both of them were radiating in the room. One was blessed with light brown pastel coloured eyes which seemed as sweet as sugar and the other one was blessed with black coloured eyes which seemed as deep as the sea.

"Don't judge me by what you found at the club." He walked over to the window and looked out before smiling at her. "I have stood at this window a hundred times watching the sunset. I have always watched it, waiting for the twilight to come. In all my nights of watching, tonight is the first night I have found it remarkable." He turned to look at her. "I don't think you are a druggie, Oshey if it is any comfort to you." She watched behind him as the last crimson rays faded into the twilight skyline. "It's funny; twilight has always been my time. I feel so alive like I am part of the night." She returned to the window to look out beside him.

It was quiet, with just a hum from the car's engine, which to me, was deafening against the weight of unspoken words. Ina kept her eyes on the window, the city lights passing by to paint fleeting patterns across her face. Her reflection stared back at her—a woman who had played the part of sweet, subservient Lily for too long. But in the quiet glow of her own defiance, this was something Ina saw a whole lot better: a flicker of liberation.

Third Person’s POV Dione rode over to the church where they held Maya captive and made his way inside. “Finally, the slug arrives,” Fiona said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “There was a lot of traffic, boos,” he replied. “That’s not my problem. Move over here,” she snapped, and he moved closer as he noticed a dark figure seated on a chair in a corner, while Maya still laid there, her clothes slightly torn. He noticed she looked more restless and helpless than she had been yesterday.

Gavin and I had been married for almost a year, but he always treated me rudely. I looked at the door, still closed as before. Maybe tonight Gavin would come home late as usual. The water on my face turned sad at the thought of the fact that tonight would pass in vain. Okay, I'm okay. Everything will be fine. Even tonight will probably be the same as the previous night; you don't have to be sad. I tried to strengthen myself. Fifteen minutes passed; I turned off the light and decided to sleep on the bed after the room lights were turned off. The 7X9 room was completely dark, apart from a little light source from the window vent.

**UNKNOWN POV** The room was dark...too dark for normal people. There was just a tiny bulb glimmering. But even in the darkness, I could clearly see the symbol of the moon that had been taunting me. There was only one window in the room, which was guarded heavily by the wooden blocks and then with a layer of newspaper. I couldn't see the moonlight, not until I found her. I was looking at the photograph of the mark in my hand.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE