Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words exactly (no more, no less) based on the prompt:
…from a window…
Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words exactly (no more, no less) based on the prompt:
…from a window…
I look from the window,
The window that groans,
What a beautiful sight…why do people moan?
In The City…
I see a fox,
Rummaging in a box,
I see a fight,
It goes on through the night.
I look from the window,
The window that groans,
What a beautiful sight… why do people moan?
In The Country Side…
I see a horned beast,
Eating a green feast,
I see a lonely refugee,
It could’ve been me.
I look from the window,
The window that groans,
What a beautiful sight… why do people moan?
I picture a tramp,
In a concentration camp,
Awaiting his kill,
What could he do… Nil.
It lurks there, outside the window. He watches you when you sleep. The man, the hooded man. He always sees you and just when your conscience thinks he’s gone, he pounces with an icy hand. He is always outside a window, every window. He is death. He delivers your soul. When death finds the time he will grip your heart until your ghost jumps out of your body, leaving lifeless skin and bone. He is always seen from a window by his next victim, to show the window of life and death. How do I know this? I am death.
Windows are generally made of glass (or it could be made of plastic).
Glass is made using sand and some other minerals, sand is used because it has a lot of silicon in it which is the main component of glass with soda ash and limestone. It then has to be melted at 1700° Centigrade in a furnace. Whilst still molten glass can be shaped into many different forms.
A form of glass can be made naturally by volcanos when in the extreme heat sand can be melted to make opaque glass called obsidian, a black and glossy glass.
I am in my room, writing in my diary.Thinking how different my world is to the actual world. Sadness, anger and loneliness combined together is the actual world, but now there is some happiness of course. With your family playing in fascinating places you wouldn’t even imagine of. I get up from my soft bed and see something that breaks me in two. From the window I see a homeless man on the streets, would I help him? I don’t know, but all I know that is going through inside his head is ‘how am I going to get through the winter’. Now I am in my room with clothes on my back and food in my tummy, so don’t take your life for granted.
He could see a pathway leading to town through the crystal-like glass. Abruptly, he slung his pelt bag over his shoulder and ran to the door, then twisted the frozen shining golden door knob and shoved the oak door with excitement. His eyes shone like the sun as it lay bright lights on him, he walked calmly down the hill of lush, gushing green grass while his head rested back. The sun patted his face humanely, he felt benevolent as he fed his farm animals.
This view from my window
It’s why I moved in
This view from my window
Has kept me in
This view from my window shows a world of hope
This view from my window disables me to cope
This view from my window allows me to stay inside
This view from my window
Allows me to hide
From the ouside world
Im kept safe inside
But it is from my inside that I must hide
I’m pushing and trying to get up and out
From this view from my window
Please let me out
Hidden , rejected, scorned , and deprived
Of what this view from my window has on the other side
It was 10 am that John had to wake up tomorrow so he was not worried about being late for training at 12 so that night he went to bed all happy for his lie in the next day. The next day 9:59 he was very annoyed and slowly got dressed and went to work he was half way there when he remembered that he had forgot his bike he rammed his foot on the gas and spread home he had also forgot his keys in the rush so he climb though the window but he was too late he had missed the all of training.
No-one can hear me from behind the glass; no one can see me either. I had a life once, I had a family who loved me. Now I’m just an experiment gone wrong. Sometimes I see people I used to know. I used to smile and try to get their attention, that was before I realised they couldn’t see me. Once, I was so depressed I tried to break out; I woke up hours later bruised and winded. Yet here I am a year in to a lifelong sentence. All I can do is sit here and wonder what I did wrong.
As I stared into the muddy old window I saw foxes running around. People were fighting through day and night. I stared at one man he looked like a murder he stared at me and pointed at me.I was terrified. I closed the curtains I opened it and he was gone. I heard my mum asking me to clean the windows so I did.I got a bucket and put water in and soap . I saw the man again under my window. I scrubbed the windows and it was clean so i finished and told my mum she said thank you.
The drab, carefree drops of sacred water sloped down the smooth surface of the window, taking short cuts to make their journey and stay on earth prolong.
Katey watched them silently, forbidding her glazed eyes to close. Her elbow seemed to have an appointment with a spot further down the polished work-surface and was late. Katey felt herself slowly drooping and suddenly realised how heavy her eyelids felt. She subconsciously screamed at herself in warning, but the black of the interior of her eyelids were misting her thoughts.
Two hours later, the brown carpet had turned dark crimson and the window lay in shards across the room. It had come.
From the window
The day was cold, a splintering sound ripped through the forest. Jack laid in his camp bed under the covers waiting for the creature to go away, the thud of feet cracking trees as if they were twigs. Breaking rocks as if a slither of chalk. Then came the silence jack was looking for the deep silence of nothing at all he crept to the edge of his bed and them from there to his tent window. From the window he saw the shadow and that shadow would be the last thing he would ever see.