Through My Window Novels & Stories

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.”

I ignored Quince's other messages and quickly found things I could use in the room. [What is she trying to do?] [Ma'am, there's a killer outside the window! Why are you not running?] [Why are you picking up the fire extinguisher and the steel rod? I'm getting confused!] I took a deep breath and opened the window. The man who was playing the recording of a cat's meows on the air-conditioning unit suddenly looked up. Even though he was wearing a face mask, I could see his menacing smirk.

I end up falling asleep to tat thought. I open my eyes and see the window open, snow and wind was flowing in. I slowly walk towards it. I look out and see scratch marks all over the window cell. I felt a shiver go up my spine, not because of the cold, but because I knew I wasn't alone.

My reflection stared back at me from the dark glass of his window. I swallowed once. “Sh*t.”

I thought as I walked in the search to find the kitchen. Meanwhile, my eyes searched for anything suspicious which would indicate if I am in any particular danger or threat, from someone or something... My wandering eyes settled on the window. The same window where I last saw that creature. My curiosity made me walk toward it. As I walked I saw shards of glass lying all across the floor that made crunching sounds as I stepped forward. I stopped in horror as the window was clearly in my sight. It was the only window that was destroyed out of the hundred others.

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 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.

I рісk a tаblе where I can juѕt mаkе out April thrоugh thе frоnt window. I watch her саrеfullу frоm the dіѕtаnсе. It brеаkѕ mу heart tо ѕее her walk uр to a саr window, attempt tо nеgоtіаtе a trісk and get rеjесtеd.

When daddy finds out he's going to skin him. I rolled back onto my side and looked out the window at the tops of the trees in the distance. I didn't know that our windows aren't really windows until today. I could see through other people's windows with the drone, but when I buzzed our house earlier, all I saw was the reflection of the light outside. Daddy had surrounded the whole house with one-way glass.

My hair is just as thick and long as usual, and my green eyes are clear, albeit a little bloodshot. It’s more something I can’t see with my eyes. I see it with my soul. The poison. Eating me from the inside out. Between the lingering arousal in my body from the stairwell conversation and seeing this—the effects of the poison on me, the poison that’s going to kill me—I need some air. Downstairs, I bypass the broken door, since there’s no way in hell I want to deal with trying to finagle it back into place. The living room window is still open from our impromptu drinking party, so I slip over the window sill and drop to the dirt.