If My Heart Had Windows

comprehend what had happened. It was a terrible shock! The Baroness was, evidently, most affected by the death of her husband. But, as her heart sank, her spirits rose, and so far, during that tragedy, she kept an admirable poise that impressed her small entourage. Dame Chaboix, was so moved by her friend’s composure, under those sudden and horrible circumstances, that she didn’t even try to indulge in reenacting one of her melodramatic roles at the “Théâtre Vignolet”. As for me, I had, in…

gave birth to the modern detective story and many of his works, including “The TellTale Heart” and “The Fall of the House of Usher,” became literary classics. "The Raven," which he published in 1845, is considered among the best-known poems in American literature. American writer, poet, and critic Edgar Allan Poe are famous for his tales and poems of horror and mystery, including "The Raven," "The Tell-Tale Heart" and "The black cat”. The work that Poe’s got the specialty in death, fear, and…

never changes. I never expected it to happen. Yet in my heart when it did, i was not caught too off guard. The year was 2077, Communism is on the rise, threatening our capitalistic economy. I’m a senator at our nation’s capital. The president must’ve expected the upcoming war, as he started setting up these sort of bunkers, Vaults, he called them. The were developed by Vault Tec ™. I feel they have more, sinister, intentions, but I will tell my suspicions to the President in due time. I was…

sun is feeling warm and cosy to my skin. Through the tinted blue glass, I see…

Her grey-blue eyes rimmed with red stared out of the window, watching the trains chug passed as the rain fell. It was as if the sky was crying, crying for her. She saw her reflection in the window staring back at her. She was weak and scared; worry had infected her thoughts and spread through her veins as if it were venom. A single tear rolled down her cheek, staining the envelope that she was grasping onto, turning her cold knuckles pale, pushing it to her chest. The fear of what the truth held…

still searching them, and she stoles any child to offset the emptiness of her heart. She appears in different ways and places. People can hear her nearby, far away or sometimes she can attack others, including children and adults. One person tells that one night, while my she was sleeping, she woke up suddenly because of a weird noise, she was frightened. Then, she clearly heard a cry, so she peeked through the window and saw a woman walking near the house although she heard the cry far away.…

No money. No family. No home. Just a lot of stolen purses, bringing dulled colors to the sepulchral and somber room. Every day I wake up from my imaginary bed. The still freshly charred floor, covered in ashes. Lungs darkened by the smoky room, and my heavy heart still in pain. The sounds of screams and fire, ringing through my ears. Once, there had been a plush, luxurious bed that made me feel like a princess. Fast-forward to a few years later, and I am anything but feeling like a princess.…

people isolated from each other, lonely and depressed. Our world is made out of the walls; they are a part of human society. Very often people hide behind the walls till their last day. The story takes place in NY in the Wall Street. In my opinion, it is important to…

She scoots over to me, and I open my arms for her as she cuddles in close. We watch TV for a while before she dozes off. When she falls asleep, I carefully slide my arm out from beneath her and cover her with a blanket before locking the door behind me and leaving. There’s a still in the night air very consistent with an impending snowfall. My truck warms up quickly as I drive down into the valley. The ghetto. The trashy part of town. The other side of the tracks. Whatever you want to call it—as…

approaching footsteps outside my bedroom window intrigued me. Today, the familiar padding of cat’s paws took on a significant change I did not recognize. I knew that Scruffy, a scrawny alley-cat who eked out a meagre existence in our neighborhood, was late this day. Usually, this ageless creature made no other sounds as he neared my bedroom, but this morning he uttered several plaintive heart-rending cries and I wondered why. Scruffy is the name I knew him by, while my neighbors used various…