Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • Even on this dreary Friday, the storage room was filled with light from the crusty glass block wall. Entered through a corrugated white metal door, the room’s arched ceilings hinted at a grander past. Paint peeling and curled vigorously, the walls chipped and marked with signs of different uses over the years. Rat traps sat outside the door in the hallway leading in and there was a strict no-food allowed here policy.

    This is the place we call offsite storage and none of us like to come here often. It’s where holiday decorations and trade show booths and everything that doesn't have another home are stored.

    Every time I come I wonder about this glass block wall with the two frosted windows staring back at me like eyes. Windows you cannot see through any more than the glass block. I wonder why they’re there. A mere design element when the place was built 80 or so years ago?

    It seems they’re staring back at me, wondering too, why do you care and what’s your real purpose anyway?
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.