Start your story with a character looking out of a window in the middle of the night.

Posted in Horror on Oct 25, 2022

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“The Battle Of Cells 14 Under 14” by Mohamed Sarfan

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The darkness and snow subjugated the night. It's the vernal season to flowers. The moon dressed up white saree to the widowed sea fishes. Through the window strung of the train, Poet MeeraPeriyan was measuring another side of the day. The dreams which he had dreamed in the womb, failed in the litter bin. He also flickered in that world by getting membership as an orphan in the address lost home of flowers. If he wishes balloons, he will get foam bubbles. If he gets hungry on eggs, he will get some churned rice. Like these, he propose...

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“The Night Walk” by PJ Aitken

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Simon stared out of the window of his conservatory wondering what time it was. He had lost count of the days he had been sleeping on the sofa. Was it weeks? Even months? Time had lost all meaning with the lack of sleep occurring so often, it was like he never slept. He had never planned for it to be this long but the alternative was too unbearable to think about. It seemed to start on his twelfth birthday where his hearing seemed to improve dramatically overnight, well more like during the night. That night he went to bed at 10.3...

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“That summer after tragedy” by S. P. Franco

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I open my bedroom window, the dawn breeze invading me. I look outside, contemplated by the light emanating from the moon, amazed by its beauty and form. Furthermore, I cannot stop thinking of him when I do it. How could I not think of him? That was the best three months of my life. It might have been a summer love, but for me, it was living for real, which I have not done in years. Depression took over me at sixteen, when I lost my parents in a car accident. I was the only survivor. Now I live with my grandma, Madeleine, but every night a ke...

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“10,000 Letters” by Thom With An H

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Getting a good view of the night sky wasn’t easy for Kenny. He had only one window, and if he was in his bed, the only thing he could see was the drab, gray bricks of the building across the way. Undeterred, every night, he would pull his mattress to the ground and place it in the only spot that afforded him a glimpse of the stars. There wasn’t much for Kenny to be happy about, but his nightly trip to his makeshift observatory always lifted his spirits. Kenny’s routine had become so automatic he was sure he could actually see ...

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“The Neighbour's window” by Sanju Vikasini

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The sun disappeared behind the clouds. The leaves in the trees rustled due to the chill air. The clouds grew darker. The stars were twinkling in the night sky. It was a beautiful night time. Macy was awake after a long nap. She got up from her bed and poured the tea from the kettle. Her hands were so weak enough to hold the kettle frimly. The bonfire glowed upon her loosened skin. Her white hairs displayed clear sign of old age. As usual, she sat on the armchair kept in the balcony. Macy's evenings are the same everyday. The love birds in th...

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“A Bit Of Everything And Nothing” by A J

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The night had let down her curtains. One could see millions of brightly lit stars at close quarters, twinkling and giving the impression of a beautifully choreographed ballet. But it was the moon who stole the show. The moon was more beautiful than even the stars around. Everything seemed exquisite bathed in the mystic moonlight. A cool summer breeze blew, ruffling the leaves of a nearby olive tree. I quivered, feeling the wind on the back of my neck, a gentle caress on my skin. Unaccustomed to the freshness, my lungs jerkily expanded as I b...

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“Driving In The Pink Rain” by 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚝 ~

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The glimmering stars in the sky winked back at me through the rain-smothered window, forming pretty constellations I could name by heart. Pitter patter. The drops of water tried to cling onto the pane of glass, falling to their impending doom. The flowers down on my porch looked like splatters of paint, like something I would’ve painted while trying to imitate Pollock’s art in class. Pitter patter. The rain was hard, thudding down on everything like a giant stomping on a village. The cars on the road zipped past, different people going on th...

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“The Tears a Mother Sheds” by Arwen Dove

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Pressing my hand to the windowpane, I breathed out, trying to relieve the thoughts of my daughter from my mind. My breath stilled upon the glass, fogging it so that the trees surrounding my little cottage were a mere shadow of time and reality. For that’s all they were, all they ever were really. This window was a reflection of time, though I didn’t realise it until…I took my hand away from the window, leaving a handprint in the fog. I watched as singular drops of water began to condensate and slowly roll down from my handprint and cont...

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“The Stars” by Esther :)

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Alone. The word strikes me as I wait alone by the windowsill. The midnight fog is already starting to roll in, covering the streets of Manhattan.Alone, like the single star in the middle of the vast sky. I consider writing a poem about the star, maybe even talking to it. But I shut those thoughts down. I shut off any remnant of my peculiarity. “Only fools talk to stars,” Someone once told me, then they’d go on and on about how the whole world revolves around them. But Mom did. She talked to stars, she talked to the s...

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“Window Watching” by DionTre Speller

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Trigger warning: violence I had a tough time sleeping that night. After all the stress I endured today it felt like I was losing my mind. It just felt like my mind was foggy. After a long twelve-hour shift on my construction job; while in 101-degree weather, the last thing I needed now was no sleep. My body is tired, but my mind just keeps wandering. After many moments of tossing and turning I got up and go down my old creaky stairs to go to the kitchen for a drink. I grabbed a cup and started to fill my cup up with ice from my refrigerator....

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“Stars Between the Pages of a Book” by Aurora Spencer

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In two days, Nidhi would write the most important exam of her life. Fifteen years old with a long future at hand, how she performed would seal her fate. She would compete with thousands of people her age. Unless she came off doing better than most, she was ruined. The sound of crickets chirping filled the night, interrupted by the occasional howl of stray wolves. Cool breeze rustled grass and leaves, blowing away traces of the approaching summer. The moon, round and pale yellow, played a game of hide-and-seek behind wisps of grey cloud...

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“Solstice 3:33” by Rajesh Patel

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It is late night. I am still up. You can say I am a night owl. With my work schedule being 1 PM to 9 PM, I got into the habit of going to bed at two in the morning, and I usually wake up at 10 AM. I am not complaining for now. I do have weekends off. On the weekend, I don’t abuse by waking up past noon. Oh no! I kept my sleep and wake up time steady, seven days a week. I love to sleep and I enjoy naps too on the weekends, especially in the afternoon, after lunch. It’s Friday night, and the clock shows 9:00 PM! Yes! My weekend has started...

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“Solitary” by Sara M

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #97

It was 0300, but it might as well have been 1900, or 0700. The mist was the same colour, blocking out light and darkness in equal measure, whatever window you chose. The Ugloo was all windows, really. It was made of high-grade reinforced glass, and you could see out of any part of it. Or not see, as the case may be; like now. Further inside, the LiveSpace was contained within four walls that looked like a black box to the - strictly hypothetical - outside observer. Although Andromeda had spent most of her life in this Managed Zone and ...

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“In the Middle of the Night” by Vicky S

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Standing on tip toes, Kathy gripped the window ledge with her fingernails and pulled herself higher, the skin of her knees scraping against the wall, until she could see outside. Her breath against the glass pane blurred her view but she could still see the thick snowflakes falling to the ground, and the stars twinkling behind them. Yes, she thought, it’s snowing! Dropping back to the floor, Kathy shivered as she felt a cold draught travel up her legs and under her nightie, her bare skin goose bumping through the thin material. Wrapping her ...

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“Will and Was” by Christina Marie

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I don’t know how long I’ve been standing in this purgatory, with perfect life squirming behind the window at my front and grotesque death lingering behind the door at my back.It might be seconds.It might be days.Time is lost amidst the whitecaps of my internal tempest, a ceaseless assault of blooming heaves of love and bleeding hollows of loss. The clock behind me points to one—in the morning, I assume, given the night shift that bustles at the periphery of my exhausted existence. Behind the small steel diamonds that reinforce the glass...

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Start your story with a character looking out of a window in the middle of the night.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 340 stories

“The Battle Of Cells 14 Under 14” by Mohamed Sarfan

“The Night Walk” by PJ Aitken

“That summer after tragedy” by S. P. Franco

“10,000 Letters” by Thom With An H

“The Neighbour's window” by Sanju Vikasini

“A Bit Of Everything And Nothing” by A J

“Driving In The Pink Rain” by 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚝 ~

“The Tears a Mother Sheds” by Arwen Dove

“The Stars” by Esther :)

“Window Watching” by DionTre Speller

“Stars Between the Pages of a Book” by Aurora Spencer

“Solstice 3:33” by Rajesh Patel

“Solitary” by Sara M

“In the Middle of the Night” by Vicky S

“Will and Was” by Christina Marie

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