Window Blinds String Broke Novels & Stories

Shatter! The glass pane of the abandoned hangars side office exploded inward as Marcus hurled his shoulder against the frame. The sound of shattering glass filled the air and sharp shards skipped across the oil-stained floor. He didn't wait for the dust to clear. He reached through the gap grabbed the manual iron deadbolt and twisted it with a loud snap. The sound echoed through the hangar.

I felt my way toward the corner. There was a wrought iron plant stand in the conservatory, used for decoration. I gathered every last bit of strength and lifted it, then drove it into the glass door. The first blow left only a single crack. The people outside startled. Someone called out: "Has she lost her mind?" "That's reinforced glass. She'll never break through." "Evelyn, stop fighting it. Just admit you were wrong and be done with it." I did not stop. A second blow. A third.

It took a couple of hits before the window shattered, the small pieces going outwards. Care would need to be taken, so I didn't cut myself once I had climbed down. I put the other towel over the glass that was still in the window so I could protect myself as I climbed out. Before I climbed out, the last thing to do was throw down the 'rope' I had made. I step up onto the toilet cistern and put my head through the window space, shimmying out.

Her car shot across the muddy shoulder, rolled once, and came down hard enough to knock the air from her lungs. For a long second she couldn't move. The engine ticked somewhere ahead of her. Rain drummed against the shattered windshield. She looked down. The seatbelt had cut across her stomach. Both hands flew there before she even realized she was crying. The driver's door groaned as it shifted. Gasoline, faint, threading through the wreck. Someone was walking toward the car. She lifted her head. The man stepped out of the rain, stopped beside her window, and raised the gun with a calm that had nothing left in it to negotiate with.

I adjusted his blanket one more time and turned off the nightstand lamp, leaving the moonlight on. Tomorrow I had a meeting, an email from Napa, and probably one or two new problems arriving with expensive last names. Tonight, at least, Kevin had found his mama. I decided that was enough for one day. +++ At six twelve the next morning, Athena called and told me two custom glazing panels for the west wing had cracked during unloading. I hadn’t even finished putting on moisturizer. “Cracked how?” “Edge fracture on panel W-17. W-18 has a crack running almost twelve inches from the lower corner. Contractor just opened the second crate.”

Ariel took her heels off and began to knock it against the window, but it did not even make a dent. Blaine turned to the dashboard as he began to think clearly again. “Why is nothing working?” “He locked it. They did something to the car, none of the controls is working.” Her voice was loud and in panic, sending him into more panic. He looked up at the skylight glass on top of the roof, and then at their hands that were cuffed together. “Fall your seat back.”

No camera visible; the glass in the door’s square was too thick to break without noise. She went still, listening. Far off, boots on concrete. Closer, the faint hiss of air through the vent. The building breathed with them. The chair, then. She tipped it, levered her weight on the loose bar, and felt it give with a metallic gasp. She worked slowly, carefully, mindful of echoes, until the crossbar slid out—two and a half feet of hollow steel with sharp corners where weld had failed. She tested it against the cot frame. Solid. Against the door seam. Useless. Against the window bars… too short to reach from the floor. The high slit stared down at her like a thin, indifferent eye.

Then it did, the falling glass mocking Miyoung with a delicate chorus of tinkling shards. “Heol!” Jaegil said, his eyes wide as he looked between Mi-young and the broken window. Her stomach dropped. This wasn’t something a normal girl could do —break a solid windowpane with a ball of trash. Her eyes slid to Jihoon, who stared at the broken window with openmouthed shock. Then the owner of the mart came running out, shouting rapid-fire curses. “Who did this? I called the police! Who’s going to pay for this?” Hushed whispers sounded from pedestrians who’d stopped to stare.

I stared and silently cursed the door. It's impossible to get out of there, but there's always another way. I looked around and my gaze landed at the window. It was tall, framed in gold, and overlooking the garden. I yanked the latch, harder and desperately, but it wouldn't budge. Of course, Alessandro was smarter than any God. He obviously locked it as well. This won't do. I looked around to find something solid, something that might break this glass. The crystal vase from the dresser caught my attention. I grabbed it and hurled it violently at the window. But the vase shattered against the triple-pane window. There was not even a single crack.

There must be something I could use to break this window open. I searched for a while and I finally found something. It wasn't really strong but with my strength, I will be able to break it open. I picked up the instrument, held it tight and I punched the window hard. I did it once, twice and then it opened. Renee noticed and he tried to stop me. He couldn't stop my speed, I was already outside the car. I sustained an injury from the broken window glass but it was fine. I would even get shot by Dominick so a minor stab wouldn't be any different.