Through My Window Novels & Stories

James to hear the cracks in my voice as tears streamed down my face. He's recovering. There's hope! I smiled, feeling a weight lifted off my shoulders. It was as if the world around me brightened, and the sun's rays seemed to shine even more brilliantly through the window. The morning's beauty sparked a fresh wave of purpose and determination within me. It's like the world whispered, "Today is your day to conquer!" I opened the window, letting in a gentle breeze that brushed against my face. It felt like a comforting embrace, washing away the worries that had troubled me for so long.

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

Hold. Out. But every time I exhale, I find my gaze drifting to the window. The same window someone tapped. The same window Lyon walked straight to when he came back inside. It looks ordinary now. Harmless. Almost innocent. But I know better. I take another breath—longer this time—and stand. My feet barely make a sound against the floor as I cross the room. I lift the edge of the curtain just enough to see the yard. It’s empty. At least, it looks empty.

*Poppy* I sat on the edge of my bed, staring out the window at the sprawling landscape beyond the mansion's walls. The sun was slowly sinking behind the distant mountains, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. It was beautiful and captivating, but I found no solace in the view. My mind was a tangled mess of worry and frustration, and the weight of uncertainty pressed heavily on my chest.

Probably some local kids throwing rocks at the house. I'd thrash their little behinds. The moment the window was open, though, I realized my mistake. And fell back with a cry of fear as power surged at the gap before rushing through the wards and into my room. ***

I prop Cree against the wall, his eyes fluttering closed. "Stay with me," I plead, shaking him gently. "We're so close." I search frantically for something to break the window, my eyes stinging from the smoke. A chunk of fallen ceiling debris catches my attention. I snatch it up, ignoring the searing pain as it burns my palm. With all the strength I can muster, I hurl the debris at the window. It cracks but doesn't shatter. I throw it again and again, desperation fueling each attempt. Finally, on the fourth try, the glass gives way, cool night air rushing in.

That morning never came. I stood at my office window , staring out from a large glass windows that framed the bustling city below. The faint hum of traffic, the chatter of people, and the soft clicking of my own fingers on the window were all too distant. My mind, like it always did when the silence crept in, wandered back to Diana.

ZARA I’m still asleep but it feels like I’m in a trance. I hear the chirping of birds from outside the window, which is strange because even though this place is surrounded by trees, I have never heard a bird sing outside my window. Soft winds pass by in a whisper, lifting the blinds around and causing them to brush my skin. There’s a halo of sunshine around my face, making it impossible to keep my eyes shut for longer.

Anger coursed through my veins, fueling my determination to confront Martha, even though deep down, I questioned whether she would be willing to engage in a conversation with me. As I approached the table, a heavy sigh escaped my lips, a poignant gesture that mirrored the weight of my emotions. I couldn't help but turn my gaze towards the window, seeking solace in the outside world. The view outside seemed to reflect the turmoil within me as if nature itself understood my inner turmoil.

Perhaps there is something I can do. Stepping out of the mirror’s way, I gaze out the window, wrap my arms around my shoulders, and take a couple of deep breaths. The sun beats down on me from my open window. I can hear birds singing from the tree branches and the sound of retreating vehicles rushing up and down the street.