Behind the Last Window
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Through Empty Eyes. First Place in Behind the Last Window Challenge.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She spent long hours perched by the alcove window - a rare amenity for a no-frills New York City apartment, she had heard. For the "low, low" price of $2950, they, too, could have a heavily obstructed view of the Hudson river, barely gleaming out from behind the mammoth, pre-war brick and mortar apartment complex behind his. A 450 square foot 'paradise' in the city that never sleeps- laughable, but it wasn't as if either of them needed much space. Besides- while she was sure the Hudson was beautiful in all of its glory, she much preferred the view she did have: endless rows of windows in the building just across the way gave her a peek into the daily lives of people she had begun to see as friends. It was an intimate relationship she shared with them- seeing their most private and vulnerable moments through the filmy annealed glass. She couldn't speak to them, but she loved every single one of them. She had seen romances blossom, and friendships end. She had seen age wash over faces once young and full of promise. She had seen love and loss, grief and joy; the taste of those things was as close to feeling them herself as she ever needed. She'd resigned herself to watch over them for as long as she'd have this window. She wondered, on the lonelier nights, if they ever looked back at her, too.
By Christiane Winter4 years ago in Fiction
The Committee Provides. Second Place in Behind the Last Window Challenge.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Stood at the threshold, buttoning up his coat, George Mote watched her tug at her long plait of blue-black hair. Her gaze, heavy with grief, never shifted from the cracked concrete and leafless vegetation outside his block of flats.
By Charlie C. 4 years ago in Fiction
In the House of the Wasp. Runner-Up in Behind the Last Window Challenge.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. There wasn’t a room, of course. At least she didn’t think so. Her vision was just temporarily framed like that – she imagined it was akin to horse blinders.
By Zack Graham4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Window of Apollo. Runner-Up in Behind the Last Window Challenge.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room... She glanced down at the papyrus on her lap. The hot flames bit at her nostrils as she struggled to finish her inscription before the fires finished their consumption of Troy.
By Emily Marie Concannon4 years ago in Fiction
Copper Sun Rising. Runner-Up in Behind the Last Window Challenge.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Everything was distorted by the thick glass, like looking through the bottom of a Coke bottle. She had to stand on the top of a wood crate, making herself taller by rising up on the tips of her toes. Her breath fogged up the pane. Little brown eyes gazed eagerly through the window as the blurred penny-colored sun set beneath the jagged molars of a distant cordillera. She loved watching it lazily sink like a slowly deflating balloon. From above, the haze blanketing the valley turned copper from the setting sun.
By M. Fritz Wunderli4 years ago in Fiction
Cold Soul. Runner-Up in Behind the Last Window Challenge.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The glimpse was all Crystal remembered from her childhood, but she held that single frame of memory in her soul like a solitary ember cast from the hearth.
By Addison Horner4 years ago in Fiction
Last Hope. Runner-Up in Behind the Last Window Challenge.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It had been almost three years since she’d been outside and the man who’d claimed her had spent a great deal of time washing away her memories of life beyond the small steel-framed house. After the first year everything before the room and him was becoming a blur. Whenever she would dwell or utter her desire for her former life, he would make her pay with his fists or his foot against her gut. Memories meant pain; Rebecca was tired of being in pain. So, she fought hard to forget everything and everyone. Still, the glimpses from the window as he laid on top of her, kept the hopes and dreams that she’d crafted in her head alive.
By Cynthia Fields4 years ago in Futurism
The Climb to the Sun. Runner-Up in Behind the Last Window Challenge.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Anthony’s room. His Garden. The pane was vast, with a landscape of glass squares woven throughout a sleek ebony frame. Each square was composed of several protective panels, and though they blurred the view slightly, no amount of separation could make it less captivating.
By Bridget Couture4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Train. Runner-Up in Behind the Last Window Challenge.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. If she were willing to look. If she wanted to step to the tetra-paned shield and draw it aside, to press the power button and wait for the screen to fill with an image of the surrounding landscape.
By Charlotte Lesemann4 years ago in Fiction
The Weaving. Runner-Up in Behind the Last Window Challenge.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She sighed, again. Over and over, every life, every cycle. Same day, different millennia. The shape of her body changed, but not the Work. Not the threads, not the rules, not the weave.
By Meredith Harmon4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamchild Enterprise. Runner-Up in Behind the Last Window Challenge.
For the Behind the Last Window Challenge on Vocal+ She knew nothing of the outside world, but she could see a glimpse through the window in his room. Temperance thought the sky was bluer than usual today, too blue for the occasion. She gazed after her twin as Charity climbed into the car, never pausing to look back at Temperance. Not once.
By Holly Pheni4 years ago in Fiction
