Rear Window Novels & Stories

Until we got to the endgame. The hood bore dust and leaves laid strewn over its surface extending to the bottom rim of the windshield, bringing to my notice a poster of Mario Domenico—a well-known survivalist. A wooden wall was mounted at the tail region of the car. The wall formed a convex hood above the windshield. I went to the side of the truck for further inspection. There was a door, a pigeonhole notched close to the back tyre, a large window towards the back. And a chimney mildly dented with rust.

Suddenly, she chuckled softly… ‘Sean Stewart, do you have any idea? ‘Do you know what I went through for this check?’ “Alora, open the window,” the woman’s raspy voice said inside the car slowly. Alora hesitated and gave Sean a questioning look in the rearview mirror. In the backseat, Sean narrowed his long and beautiful eyes, glancing at Jane calmly before he nodded slightly. Alora pressed a button, and the backseat glass window gradually descended. She looked carefully into the rearview mirror, but what she saw nearly made her forget to breathe!

And in the middle, there was a big round glass table and a stylish ash tray was placed on it that was speaking out loud about its expensiveness and worth. On the front of the wall, there was a big size LED placed and the color of the walls was also white and brown. On her right side, there was a big window and white net curtains were hanging on each side of it. In the window, one can see to very far the cars running on the road.

The airbag in th‍e passenger side deployed with a violent *pop*, and for a mom‌ent, the worl‌d felt like it went s⁠ideways. "Aria! Get d‍own!" Ma⁠rcus yelled, reaching back to sho⁠ve my head toward the floorboards just as a hail of bullet‌s sh⁠attered the re‍inforce‍d glass of the‌ re⁠ar window.‌ Th⁠e glass didn'‍t break‌ inward, thanks to the armor‍,‌ but the spide‍rweb of cracks obscured every‍thing. T⁠he SUV ground to a halt, bo‌xed in.

The sign for Santos Hotel grew farther and farther away in the rearview mirror until it finally disappeared into the night. I then closed my eyes without another backward glance.

She could hardly see through the blur of tears. The documents she’d carefully stacked beside her threatened to slide off the seat. She wiped her sweaty face with a tissue, then shakily pressed the gas pedal. But she’d barely moved when a blinding white light flashed in her rearview mirror — BANG! A powerful impact slammed into the rear of her car, jolting her violently forward until her body collapsed over the steering wheel. Behind her, Colton calmly exhaled cigarette smoke, one hand on the wheel, his suit crisp and perfect. Seeing he had rear-ended the other vehicle, he sighed in annoyance, then stepped out, knocking impatiently on Marilyn’s window.

Suddenly, I felt like a midget and very exposed when I looked out the side window and saw how high I was sitting off the ground. The only benefit I saw was grandpa's side windows were tinted dark to keep the bright sun light off the interior. The windshield had tint across the top of it but was otherwise clear glass. I didn't worry about being seen through the front window because only my head and the top of my shoulders were visible above the dash.

Even as she kept holding the mask, she turned to look outside the window, afraid to even glance at Jasper. "Sorry, I didn't really mean it," Jasper said, trying to clear the awkwardness, seeing that she was blushing up to her ears like a maiden who was seeing the world for the first time. "No…" Renee replied, still staring outside the window. In the back seat, Wally was fine too as its cage was tucked firmly between the front seat and the back seat, and it only rolled around in its cage. On the other hand, the Volkswagen driver alighted after being tailgated, knocking on Jasper's window as he said, "You tailgated me, so it's not really my fault, is it? I can't be blamed, right?"

his window was still up, leaving only the polite but tense driver visible. “I am so very confused right now,” she said, laughing nervously. “But I guess you’re speaking to the wrong person. Can you guys just move back a little so I can reverse?” No answer. She glanced between the driver and the dark rear window. “I’m confused. Can I at least see who is talking? I can’t see your face properly, for a lot of reasons I don’t even know." A low, almost amused chuckle came from the back. “Fine,” Kael said. “Anything for you.” The rear window glided down smoothly.

He twisted awkwardly in the cramped space, craning his neck to look toward the backseat. The back of the SUV had taken the worst of the impact. The roof was caved in near the rear bumper, the metal twisted into jagged points. The rear windshield was completely gone, blown out during the roll, leaving a gaping hole framed by twisted rubber and metal. The night air rushed in, freezing and smelling of damp earth. And there, slumped against the passenger door, was Kai. He wasn't moving.