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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“Unripe Oranges” by Dede K.

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Lila took her melatonin and crawled into bed. She snuggled up against Michael and yawned. “Lila, no screens, no caffeine.” “Yes, Michael. I remember.” The room grew cold and the light from outside diminished. Lila’s eyelids grew heavy. Soon after she began to snore. Michael nudged his wife, “Melatonin worked.” Click. The room was now completely dark and Michael fell asleep. Tap, tap, tap. Bang. Michael sat up, “What was that? Lila, did you hear that?” He looked over at the empty space w...

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“Changes through a window” by Emily Rojas

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Ever looked out a window and just thought of everything. You see peace, silence. You hear cars, birds chirping, police cirien, kids screaming. You think about life, your future. Sometimes you make yourself cry just by thinking and over thinking. One day this male named Bryan, he's 17 and a senior, might not graduate. Since freshman year ( Ninth Grade). He was never home, always out late at night with his friends, his parents always working. You don't think of anything, you just feel down that your parents don't care. Bryan's life is upside d...

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“Midnight Chaotic” by Megan Boehrnsen

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It was a quiet, eerie night that left most unnerved by its silence. No cars were driving around, no people walking about, even the neighbors in the apartment next door were quiet and not fighting. It was a definite weird sensation to be held, making one wonder what was so different about that night than any other night? Standing quietly, peering out into the darkness of the world was one Phayre Lark. Her long dark hair hung down her back, unkempt from her restless night's sleep. A thin silk robe wrapped around her body, hiding the t-shirt ...

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“Envy of Lies” by Derek Black

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Green army surplus paint flaking from the cottage invites me in to sit and stare through the thin wavy glass at the otherwise dreary day. The wind whistles here and there and I resign to my solitude amongst the dank, dark smells of rope and arid decay. There are no luxuries here, I don’t want for luxury as far as avarice might heed.The green terre verte of the sombre bush, beckons and repels simultaneously so as to ensure I keep my bay. I resolve to make a cup of tea, the warmth of which I must absorb through cupped hands surrounding the mug...

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“AN OPEN MIND” by Chidiebere Israel

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It was a bright mid-day in Lagoon town, but for blind prince Johnson, one of the three surviving sons of King Warrior of Lagoon, it was mid-night because all he could see was darkness. But since the mind is like a window, he looked through his mind. He often sat in front of his father’s chamber, observing every movement.*From his mind, he could see the beautiful flowers in his father’s compound which he touched every morning when he woke up, and the birds which pitched on the flowers, whistling so loudly every morning. Besides this, he also ...

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“The Family Outside the Window” by Ashley Gonzales

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Rosa Marie sat before her bedroom window staring out into the night sky. It brought her joy being able to observe the world outside from the comfort of her armchair. She wasn't one for interacting with the community with all its social dos and don'ts. No, instead she preferred to sit back and watch where she knew she was safe. As the sound of a clock striking midnight resounded from somewhere within the walls, Rosa Marie yawned and stretched. Before she could rise, however, a pair of headlights turned onto her street, their beam ...

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“Just Beyond the Window” by Taylor Smith

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My fingers trembled against the cool glass of the window, the beautifully cut diamond of my engagement ring bearing more weight than I ever remembered, as my husband stood a short distance away along the shoreline. My mind flashed to the day he proposed. He had assumed the traditional position, holding a small, red box out to me in shaky hands while my heart pounded as if I were face to face with a lion. I was embarking on a journey more perilous than that of a safari with my whispered “yes” though I hadn’t known it at the time. My eyes hopp...

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“Yours, Francis” by Claire Kraft

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A cool breeze plays across my face through the open window, but it’s still warmer than it should be in November. The scene before me is black as the clock on my mantle ticks away the early hours of the morning. Yet another night where I am unable to find respite from my waking nightmares. Ever since Francis was drafted, my nights have been spent restlessly with only the stars and cicadas for company. I wish for peace every night, that I might sleep or that someone—finally—would come knock on my door, though just the thought of that knock ma...

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“Those Lonely Nights” by Zoe Hays

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Those Lonely Nights by Zoe Hays I was staring out of my broken window as tears rolled down my face. I watched in my reflection as a single tear dripped off my left cheek. My eyes focused on a tiny star that rested right above my favorite maple tree. I jumped at the sound of my door creaking open. Scared to turn around and see my parents, I slowly turned around. Smirking at the sight of my little dog's head, I wiped the tears off of my face with the back of my hand and belly flopped onto my bed. As I laid there, I recalled the...

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“Acquiescence” by Wes B

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They stand in the dark, holding hands and looking out the tall picture window. The moon is a sliver tonight and the blackness clings to the palace walls like fresh tar. For a long time neither of them says a word; this is not yet the fraught silence of lovers at war. “It’s time,” says the prince suddenly. The princess squeezes his hand and pulls him closer. “What if I’m not ready yet?” “It is time,” the prince says again and pulls away. The princess watches him recede and already she knows she will acquiesce. ...

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“Heaven's heart” by Greg Rigby

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The streetlights go out at two-o-clock in the morning, so the light from the township becomes more noticeable. It is like a transparent layer of candy floss, there to impede his view. Looking up at the stars twinkling through the semi darkness helps him to forget that he is on his own. To Phil, they are miniature leprechauns, occasionally peeping from behind occasional clouds; each one involved in the slow but incessant dance of time. Apparently, the air is clearer in Winter. However, to stay warm, he observes the sky through the glass wind...

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“ What a Wonderful Day” by Rohit Jagtap

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I was looking out of the window, it was midnight and I heard some mumbling discussions right outside the window, but when I looked there was nobody still I decided to wait. Time 2:00 in the morning and I was frequently tossing and turning, with barely sleep in my eyes and an itching hump down my lower back, I got out of the bed and glared at the bed sheet it was all crumpled. I walked towards the window and instantaneously I was struck with a cold breeze, cooling me down and admiring my decision to shift to North Dakota instead of Phoenix, A...

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“Burning Man” by Walter Wright

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The house is its own nightclub. Bass-driven music hypnotizes all the young men and women into obnoxious huddles and scenes. I probably fit my own stereotype but I never understood why others fully choose theirs. Shifting through the crowd I see Charlie and Max wearing boat shoes, no socks for some reason, and a size-too-small polo. That’s only on my left. To my right, three girls, who I also went to high school with, wear far too much makeup that glows with each passing of strobe light. Just like in the cafeteria, just like in gym class, the...

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“God's tears...” by Dominique P. Greene

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"GOD'S TEARS" I sit silently looking out of my window pane watching the rain flow. The sound the sight of the rain is such liberating feeling. How I wish I could be one with nature and go outside dance,sing and play in the rain. Mommy said I can't go outside after the street lights come on so I sit silently and watch the rain flow from the beautiful skies. I sit silently and watch the rain flow amongst the trees, grass,flowers and the earth. I sit I look I watch silently from my window pane. I sit and watch as God waters the earth with her t...

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“4am Musings” by Patrick Charron

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I leaned against the cool glass, staring out into the night. A breeze blew in through the open window, a soft, pleasant summer breeze, picking up rose and lavender scents from a nearby patio garden. I had a good view from up here in her fourteenth floor apartment. The children’s park half a block up the street was shrouded in darkness, as were all cars parked on the street below, the never-ending line of street lights interrupted by a faulty bulb. I would have to call the city about that. The building across the way was pitch black. I shou...

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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

“Unripe Oranges” by Dede K.

“Changes through a window” by Emily Rojas

“Midnight Chaotic” by Megan Boehrnsen

“Envy of Lies” by Derek Black

“AN OPEN MIND” by Chidiebere Israel

“The Family Outside the Window” by Ashley Gonzales

“Just Beyond the Window” by Taylor Smith

“Yours, Francis” by Claire Kraft

“Those Lonely Nights” by Zoe Hays

“Acquiescence” by Wes B

“Heaven's heart” by Greg Rigby

“ What a Wonderful Day” by Rohit Jagtap

“Burning Man” by Walter Wright

“God's tears...” by Dominique P. Greene

“4am Musings” by Patrick Charron

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Write a story in which a window is broken or found broken.

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Set your story within a window of opportunity, when a character finally has the chance to do something.

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