Cherry Blossom Depression Glass Novels & Stories

"It restores depleted mana and calms the nervous system. Drink, Sovereign." Jack reached for the goblet, his pink fingers trembling slightly. He brought it to his lips and drank. The liquid tasted like liquid sunshine and crushed peaches. Instantly, a wave of profound, intoxicating euphoria washed over him. His Pink Blossoms flared, blooming in thick, fragrant clusters around the base of his floating chair. Marcus watched the drone approach him. The Silver Chill spiked. He looked at the amber liquid, his tactical mind instantly categorizing it as an unknown chemical variable.

For a moment Jade rubbed the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes briefly to ease the faint pressure building behind them. Then he reached toward a folder on the side of his desk, but his hand stopped halfway when something caught his attention, a small silver photo frame resting in the corner. The moment his eyes landed on it, something in his expression softened. He picked it up carefully. The photograph showed a woman standing beneath blooming cherry blossom trees, delicate pink petals drifting through the spring air as the wind played with her long hair. She was smiling brightly at the camera, her eyes warm and full of life, the kind of radiant smile capable of lighting up an entire worl

The house had a RENT TO OWN sign out front with a phone number on it. Katie carefully held the Rosarium Glass in both hands, stroking the multicolored stained roses one by one now with her right thumb, tilting it as she went, warming the etched pieces of color with her touch. The surface of the glass swirled as if it were liquid, glowing like liquid mercury illuminated by the last scattering light of the sun’s rays. The air shimmered—the smell of roses came on the breeze. They stood surrounding her in a half-circle in the field of rippling cattails and grass.

Hikaru POV Water went by me in a fast motion before everything slows down and I'm slowly falling from the sky. I could see a clearing and in the middle was a small tree, from its branches to its leaves was made out of glass but it was in a weird shape. It looks like the middle part of the tree was hacked out. Thick-shaped glass tree reflected the light coming from the sky as I was slowly falling from it. I soon landed next to it and I never felt weirder. I knelt and touched the soft green grass, which I landed on. It's normal grass but the tree. ..... I thought as I came closer to it to have a closer look. Its texture and its looks were all like a tree but it was clear see-through glass. I t

I said, lifting one of the bottles and inhaling the scent. The cool glass pressed against my palm, a perfect fit, smooth and elegant. I turned the bottle slowly, admiring the delicate rose-gold accents that shimmered under the overhead light like sunrise on polished metal. My initials, {JP} were embossed in the center in a cursive script so fine it looked like they were handwritten in gold ink. I gently pressed down the nozzle. A soft mist sprayed into the air, and instantly, the room shifted.

She wasn't even sure what she was looking for until she saw it. It had a gold-tipped with a cherry blossom carved into the side. It rested inside a glass tray, easy to miss, slightly dull and chipped at one petal. But the moment her eyes locked on it, something about it caused her chest to squeeze. She didn’t know why, or maybe she did but she refused to linger long enough to figure it out. She dropped it into her cart carefully, then stood straight, scanned the room like someone might be watching even though the shop was nearly empty, and let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

Linking arms with her, I lead her to the bar, which is crafted entirely from large glass cubes with LED lights blinking in rhythmic patterns, synchronized with the bass of the music playing. Behind the bar is a large mirrored wall with shelves boasting every top-shelf spirit known. I lift the bar top doorway and step behind the counter. Blossom settles onto one of the luxurious barstools, seemingly made from crystal with leather-bound cushions that rotate smoothly. "What's that ugly bottle on the right?" she asks, pointing with curiosity. I walk over to retrieve the bottle and bring it back to her. Pouring a small amount into a glass, I set it in front of her with a confident grin.

he hums. “I didn’t even say anything.” “You don’t need to… I watch you.” And that does something to me. Something warm. Something deep. Something terrifyingly sweet… a feeling that wraps around my ribs and holds tight. His words settle inside me like a match touching oil. The third item flashes on the screen. A glass sculpture, hand blown, shaped like a blooming flower. Soft pink… delicate… fragile beauty. And God… something in me connects to it instantly. It feels like femininity made solid. Like softness given form. Like something gentle that refuses to break.

A doting smile curved on Jeremy’s face. “Whitney, pick whatever you like. They’re all on me.” A shy blush spread across Whitney’s cheeks. “Jeremy, I trust your taste. Why don’t you pick something for me?” “Alright.” Jeremy’s gaze swept across the display cabinets before quickly settling on a limited-edition handbag. “Excuse me, can we take a look at this bag? Whitney, this bag is this year’s new release. It’s small and elegant. It’ll suit you perfectly.”

Everyone turns, the same time my heart drops. Standing in the shadows of the gallery, illuminated by the spill of a stray spotlight, is Deckard. He’s leaning against a equipment crate, a proud, sickeningly sweet smile on his face. At his feet sits a massive, hefty bouquet of white roses—so large they look like a floral burial mound.