Through My Window Novels & Stories

I had no idea I could get this happy with having a proper bathroom. My eyes went to the drawn curtains, a window... I placed my feet on the ground and stood up. I half ran and half tripped to the curtain and flung them open. It was a glass window and behind it, I could see bricks. All the locks on the window were melted so that no one could pick them and if that wasn't enough, the brick was there to take all the hope away.

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.

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.

Leaving me grappling with the predicament of how to overcome this obstacle. In a state of desperation, I frantically searched the room for any object that could serve as a platform. My eyes finally landed on a sturdy-looking stool, which I quickly dragged over to the bathroom. With trembling hands, I positioned it carefully beneath the window and climbed up, my heart racing with anticipation. Just as I managed to push the window open, the sounds of shouting and howling outside grew louder, signaling the approach of an impending battle.

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 have learned of new dangers—the images from the previous night hunted me ferociously, sending a jolt up my spine down to my legs, sending me into an upright position. “Fuck…” I muttered into the morning air. For a second, I focused on the micro particulates floating in the rays that poured from the high window. Now that I thought about it, the windows were suspended oddly higher than normal. I held onto the sheet, taking a deep breath into the back of my lungs I stretched my back and shoulders, stretching. The end of the season was coming and winter was getting closer, I could smell it in the air even in the warm ray of the sun glowing through the window, you could feel it. A break from th

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.

I was supposed to see the one outside but due to dew on the glasses I was unable to recognise the blurred figure on the other side. I was surprised as well as angry, because that mysterious figure had already ruined my pleasant and tranquil slumber. I huffed and unlocked the window, but before I could open it, that mysterious figure pushed open the window allowing the cold mist and current of chill air to enter in the room which nipped every inch of my frame, my eyes become wide when that mysterious figure converts into a guy who jumped inside my room through the window.

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.

How? I turned my head slowly, and there he was. My breath caught in my throat as fear washed over me in waves. “I know what you’re thinking right now,” he said, his voice low and shockingly calm. He pointed toward the window, which was now open with broken glass glinting faintly in the moonlight. “I passed through the window.”