Through My Window: Across The Sea Novels & Stories

Fangs in a cruel red painted mouth, red stiletto nails dripping blood, Estela walking to the window and getting burned by the sun, what was she thinking? Glancing at the window near the bed, i tried rushing towards it but i tripped almost falling face first on the rugged floor but i caught myself immediately. To my shock and surprise, it was daylight outside but the view was pointed towards the ocean. A thick blue endless sheet of swirling sparkling water with seagulls making waves… Where am i? I walked to the door and tried wrenching it open but a gruff voice startled me from behind it “Get away from the door cunt. Or else, you’ll be sent back too your cage”

Arina. I look around the room, looking for something, anything, that will help me get out of here. I see on the other side of the room a circular window. It's not big, but I figure I can get through it. - What are you doing? — Mr. Tastaren asks. Do not answer. I use some kind of box to climb up and reach the window, which I open and look out. There is only the sea, big and vast and scary, with waves shaking everywhere. I can't see anything but water. A lot of water.

Autumn came early. Three weeks after that morning on the beach the air had become colder, and the Tourists disappeared from the promenade. The sea was peaceful. Too peaceful. Mara stood at the window of her room and looked at the cloth seahorse on her Window bank. The one missing eye was now sewn by Anna Weber : She almost wanted to throw it away. But something stopped her. Little things have happened in the last few days. Too small to tell someone.

I stood up, walking towards the drape, as a gasp escaped my mouth when I stepped onto the cold marble floor. I ran my hand along the drape and found an opening. I drew back the curtains and instantly squinted my eyes shut. A bright, blinding light hit me from behind the curtains. I slowly open my eyes, blinking rapidly to adjust my eyes to the light. And after a few seconds, I was able to see through the ceiling-height glass window. The blue sea across from me shimmers and glows under the sun. The ray of sunlight bounced off the dancing waters and created numerous shimmering lights. My hand found a door handle on the glass window and I pushed it to the side, sliding it open.

I woke up with a light feeling, the rush beat of what happened yesterday night was still on my mind, lingering like an old tape playing on a rewind mode. I smiled as I stretched my body sitting on the bed, I scan my eyes around the room and smiled more when I saw the window's curtain dancing with the blowing wind from the sea.

Jade The salt-kissed breeze wafted through the open window, carrying with it the distant cries of seagulls and the relentless murmur of the ocean. I stood there, inhaling deeply, the briny air filling my lungs and cleansing away the acrid taste of past regrets. A fresh start—that's what danced on the horizon, shimmering like the sun-dappled surface of the sea before me. My life, up until this point, had been a relentless mire of chaos—a fool’s errand chasing after a love that turned out to be nothing more than a mirage orchestrated by a nut head whose name I now refused to let stain my thoughts. But here, at this moment, with the vast expanse of possibilities stretching out as far as the eye

⸻ I shook my head slowly. ⸻ “That doesn’t make sense.” ⸻ He didn’t respond. ⸻ Because he was already thinking three steps ahead. ⸻ I walked toward the window. ⸻ It was partially open. ⸻ A soft breeze slipped through, carrying with it the distant scent of the ocean. The curtain shifted slightly with each passing moment, brushing gently against the frame like a quiet reminder that the world outside still moved on. ⸻ “She stood here,” I said softly.

His face looks exceptionally kind when he displays joy. My eyes dart nervously between the two middle-aged strangers, my mind still too dazed and confused to utter a single word. The wooden window in the small room stands wide open, letting in a fresh gust of sea breeze. My nose can still smell the sharp salt hanging in the air. "Hello... Er, what territory coordinates am I occupying? And what names occupy your ledger?" My voice asks with deep, trembling caution.

One corner was burned, but I could still see my face. “Wendy,” he said to the photo, his words slurred. “I think… I saw you today… by the sea… wearing a white dress…” I stood beside him and reached out, wanting to touch his hair. However, my hand passed straight through. “I’m sorry…” he kept saying. “I’m sorry… I should have believed you… I should have protected you… I should have…” He broke down crying, like a child, curling up in the chair and hugging the frame.

I had no idea where to find him, so I stood outside the prison gates where Trevis had been incarcerated for years. That day, many inmates were released after serving their sentences, but I never saw the person I longed to see. As night fell, I left. The years of longing and unexpressed emotions had almost driven me crazy. So, I began to write, using my few memories to document our story. I titled it "Whispers Across the Moon." It was published in my senior year. The story of a young girl's innocent and unrequited love moved countless readers to tears and touched many hearts.