Short Stories And Teasers

Theme: Windows

Windows.a window can be described as many different things. It can be a vent for air, a way out, or an entrance you needed so desperately. Personally I see a window as a sneak of the outside world. As I look out a window, I see what has always been there at that spot, but in my mind a window opens up that shows me how something could have been. A peek of another world, another life, a different time, situation and different people, all in the same place as where I look out over. A window. A glass panel with thin brims of wood along the sides. My fingers trail along it and feel the cracks in the casing around the glass. A panel in my wall, made to look outside. Or inside, to whoever wants it. I look out over little children playing in the streets, their mouths curled up in joy, their eyes twinkling. In those eyes I can see the past they have lived, and the future they will encounter. The battles they will fight, which they'll lose and which they'll win. Their eyes are the windows of their souls. Of their minds, of their love and their memories. I shake up out of my thoughts and turn around. I mustn't stay standing in front of the window for too long, or I'll get carried away in the stream of my own mind again. I need to think clearly. Why did I look out that window in the first place? I have absolutely no idea. A beam of light hits my desk as the sun is setting. Writing and essay about my future, that's what I was doing. I sit down on my desk and I start writing. For some reason, I don't know why or how, standing by the window, looking at those careless and joyful kids, gave me inspiration. On who I want to be, and on who I will be. In a matter of mere minutes I write my entire essay and stand up. I look out the window once again, thinking about how my dreams, might come true.