Through My Window English Version 소설 & 이야기

I almost made myself an enemy of the population by tattling my ward mates’ play dead plan. “The chef cooked more meat this time. It’s a shame that your neighbours have fallen asleep already.” I shifted my gaze because I felt awkward after lying. These women should thank me. Then my eyes caught the view on the window. “The moon is beautiful today, Miss.” “Hmmm. I thought so.” But the wind is too cold outside. I can’t risk my health to see it up close. “The windows are made of thick glass. The cold breeze outside won’t be able to seep their way inside.”

Could he have entered my room through the window? My eyes flicker to the window, trying to make sense of it. Then, it hit me. Of course. He must have climbed the tree outside, and then used it to enter my window. "You are nuts," I say, my head shaking in disbelief. "Why on earth would you go through the window to get into my room?" "I had to find a way to see you," He answers, keeping his tone casual, as though breaking into my room is the most normal thing in the world.

I got up from my bed and walked towards the window. Parting the curtains to the side, the blinding light of the sun piercing through the window panes made me close my eyes for a moment. I closed my eyes tightly then opened them slowly until I got adjusted to the glare. The moment I gazed into the distance, all I could see was the rich and sprawling greeneries below the wide canopy of the sky, animated by its sailing, fluffy clouds. From where I stood, it looked like I was on top of a hill overlooking the rolling stretch of farms and plain below.

I shift forward, eyes narrowing. Through the window, I can see the faint outline of a crib. Ariana’s shadow moves back and forth, slow, rhythmic, soothing. She’s singing. I can’t hear the words, but I know the melody. I press my hand against the cold windowpane of the car, fingers trembling. Something inside me twists tighter, darker. The glass fogs under my breath. I draw a line through it, just one, like I’m cutting the night in half. “Enjoy it while it lasts,” I murmur.

I went to take a shower after dinner. It was then that I suddenly saw a weird palm print on the glass window. Someone must have left that palm print behind with their soapy hand while taking a shower. The print was quite faint and white against the shiny glass on the window. It was obviously a woman's handprint, and it wasn't mine. My hand was a little bigger than this. So I couldn't have been the one who put it there. It couldn't have been my daughter, Bella Quinton, either. She had tiny hands and wasn't even tall enough to reach that spot yet. Also, it definitely did not belong to my husband, Rory Quinton.

Oh yess the window ! I went near the window fastly opening the curtains .I trys to open them but it's locked. I tried one more time, still jammed, in its place . Out of frustration I punched the window which resulted in my own painful fist ,damn it's hurting like bitch. And I am holding my throbbing fist with my other hand doing some kind of panda dance jumping on one leg to other in hope to reduce the pain. During my jump my eyes went towards the window again this time I noticed the outside surrounding and got shocked ,I was so busy in opening the window that I didn't notice the outside world.it feels like I am on some kind of hill because I can see the lake far from here.

I use my free hand to try and open it, but the locks are hot and almost melted, and they burn the tips of my fingers at the first touch. I try to use my shoulder to break down the window, but it's of no use. There's only one thing to do. I have to launch myself through the window, but everything and everywhere is so hot. I can't even see to breathe. My cough increases, and my lungs feel like they've had enough. I know I only have a few minutes before I finally lose consciousness. I wrap my arms around the boy and tuck him between my chest andI turn my back to the window, and with full force, I lurch myself through it. I land outside on my back with a few pieces of shards that aren't afraid t

I scream, desperately looking up the window. "Help me!" I cry again, as I forcefully hit the ground. "Help!" I groan, my body aching all over. The curtain on the window suddenly moves, making me scream even louder. A head suddenly pops out of the window, the person stares down at me and I gasp, all my pains forgotten, the maniac next to me, forgotten. "Miranda."

Thomas looked me in the eye and seemed to understand what I meant. _____________ I'll do anything to stop him...” He sighed. I looked down at the floor, trying to quell all those worries in my head. I let out another sigh. It was then that another projectile hit the window. Finally the tempered glass gave way and then broke into thousands of pieces, a burly, bald man emerged amidst the smoke from the rubble, he had a patch of black cloth covering his face, only his eyes were showing, Thomas held on my arm and then whispered.

She appreciated me. "Don't be in a hurry to leave, Mira," I said and my eyes darted to the window. It was still in good shape, but she had told me that the intruder jumped in from the window and shattered it. Why was it still in good shape? "Mira, your window is still in good shape but you said that it was shattered into pieces." "Ummm…" She stuttered, scratching her forehead. "I thought so too but I guess they found another way to come in."