Through My Window Novels & Stories

My hand touched the soft fabric to pull away from the shields, but I became dumbfounded when there was nothing to be protected from, from the other side. The large gulp I took, subdued the scream that dared to break free from my body. I slowly took stealthy steps backward, but then I moved forward and traced my hand onto the wall where a window is supposed to be situated. Tears dripped from my eyes unconsciously as my stubborn hands kept on searching for the window hopelessly. They gave up their frantic search and replaced it with punches aimed at the unmovable wall. How is this possible? How did the window vanish itself? It's not possible to wipe out a whole window from a room! My room!

As I’m climaxing, I feel the presence of someone watching me through the bathroom window. The window has no curtain since our bathroom faces the woods behind our house. The window is just high enough to only show my shoulders and head; I put my hand on the window to wipe away the fog caused from the hot steam. I didn’t realize before I started to really look around in the backyard that my wolf Mia started helping me see through the darkness with wolf vision. I see eyes in the woods glowing silver looking up at me.

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.

Unable to sleep anymore, I moved towards my window. The moon shone through my window, its call was as loud as sirens and I answered. From my bed, I could see the trees outside glittering from the silver light from the moon but tonight, even though there was nothing particularly special going on there, I found myself drawn to the window. A strange excitement took hold of me, maybe it was the thrill of adventure, and the desire to explore and discover what lied beyond my walls. Immediately I moved toward it, I knew just why.

Abby A cool breeze drifts in through the kitchen window, and I cross the room to peer outside. I live on the top floor of my building, and I’ve got a great view of a nearby park. Standing at the window, I can hear the whoosh of the wind, and shouts down on the street.

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.

The event I had been eagerly looking forward to is slipping away from my grasp, snatched away by someone who was once my closest kin. With a surge of determination, I take a deep breath and steady myself. I refuse to be confined, both physically and metaphorically, by my sister's malice. Summoning all my strength, I step back from the door and survey my surroundings. The room is dimly lit, the air heavy with tension. My gaze lands on a cracked window, its jagged edges reflecting the shards of pain that I have gone through my whole life. Without hesitation, I make my way toward it.

Fueled by the moment's enthusiasm, I navigated to the window with trepidation and excitement, my pulse quickening with the rising tide of anticipation. The night air enveloped me in its embrace, its cool touch starkly contrasting the fire that burned within my veins. With trembling hands, I pushed the window open, allowing the silvery moonlight to cascade into the room and bathe me in its ethereal glow. In my mind, Jasmin's voice offered a reassuring presence, a gentle reminder of the power within me, urging me to embrace the unknown confidently.

Dax's words were like a sharp knife that stabbed my heart, reopening a healing wound. His words were like salt that rubbed an open injury. It stung me, filling me with searing pain as I remembered my past. Transferring all the aggression on the windows, I scrubbed them with all my might, crying profusely. By the time I got to the brothers' window, I wiped my tears and cleaned my face with the dew that dropped on my palm. Their window was tinted in such a way that it reflected the image of the things outside only. No one would be able to see them from the inside.

Julia’s POV Reaching my room, I leaned against the door, exhaling sharply as I pressed my temples. I entered and sank onto my bed. And for a moment, I let myself breathe. But then, a faint tink sound came from the window as I paused, my head snapping toward the window. Another tink came again, sharper this time, like a pebble striking the glass window. My pulse quickened as I stood, curiosity overriding my exhaustion. I approached the window, the curtains swaying slightly in the night breeze as I peered out into the darkness outside to see who was throwing little bricks towards my window.