Through My Window Novels & Stories

Rookie fucking mistake, I should have examined the window with more caution. Aside from finding another trap, I did learn the windows are made out of something similar to a two-way mirror or tinted windows. I can just make out my reflection in the glass, but I can’t see through it, yet I can see the light of this supposed lightning flashing inside. Iolaire walks up to me, “Find anything?” She quietly asks. “Razor blades,” I deadpan.

he said, throwing me a UV torch. I caught it and flicked it on as I ran out the door, Burney one step behind. I sprinted over shattered glass sprinkling the concrete path like thorns, dimly aware of it piercing my feet. I grabbed the door handle to the other room and swore. It was locked from the inside. "We'll have to use the window," I called over my shoulder

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.

And what are the fucking chances it’s my fucking Gamma out of all people? Ah, hell. How do I approach this? I sigh, dropping my arm over my eyes. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I hear is screaming children outside my window. I groan as I move while I rub my eyes and scrub my face to wake myself up. I absentmindedly pick up my cigarettes and light one up as I walk over to the window where the noises are coming from. I open the window since I’m smoking, resting my arms on the windowsill, listening to all the different conversations coming from the excited kid below me. My phone pings next to me, and I see who it is.

A hard k nock against my window zapped us out of our little bubble.

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.

I don't want what I get now is not in vain. It's past 7 o'clock. Its time too early to wake up. But I am a person who always wakes up early even though I sleep late at night. I will exercise or work on unfinished reports. Looking out the window is one of my favourites, any window I'm sure to like. Through the window, I can see the outside world differently and see a different world.

My life has become a series of bad news. My eyes fell on a tiny shard of glass by the window. Determined, I walked purposefully towards it and picked it up. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to feel all the pains that I might have withheld. When I opened them, I slowly brought my hand up and positioned the glass shard on my wrist.

The monster who took everything from me. I turn toward the window, my only connection to the outside world. The moonlight spills across the floor, casting eerie shadows that stretch toward me like ghostly fingers. The night is alive with the sounds of the forest—crickets chirping, the distant howl of a wolf, the rustling of leaves in the wind. The wind. My pulse quickens. If I can feel the wind, that means this window isn’t sealed shut. Moving quickly, I cross the room and press my hands against the wooden frame. The glass is old, the wood slightly warped. If I apply enough force—

I run my hand along the edges, feeling for any leaks of warm air coming in from outside, and feel nothing. “And this window was replaced.” I turn, looking at Pandora. “It’s not like it’s special magic glass or anything.” I bring my hand down, and my fingers catch on the little gemstone wind chime I have hanging on the window. The chain breaks, and the chime falls into the sink. “Dammit,” I grumble. “I liked hearing this chiming when the window’s open.”