Cherry Blossom Depression Glass Novels & Stories

she said slowly. "Discount sun," Dante corrected, taking a sip of his coffee. "The real one still arrives on schedule. This is the early-access version." A convoy of vehicles rolled into the compound below. Workers began unloading crates—rare flowers that bloomed only in direct light, heat-sensitive orchids, gold-thread banners embroidered with wolf motifs, crystal light sculptures shaped like howling wolves and crescent moons. An assistant jogged up with a card, handing it to Luna with an apologetic bow.

was becoming a cage I couldn't escape, and every time the floorboards creaked in the servant’s wing, I braced myself for the Fox to reappear. I returned to my quarters after the morning nursery rush, a whirlwind of Leo’s interrogations about the tensile strength of the villa’s glass and Luna’s demands for glitter toast only to stop dead at the threshold. On my small, scarred wooden vanity sat a vase. It wasn't just any vase; it was Baccarat crystal, likely borrowed from the main dining hall. And inside it was a cluster of Black Baccara roses, velvety, deep crimson blooms that looked like they had been dipped in wine and shadow.

James held up the stem to his mom. “But you broke it, sweetie,” Deborah said, seeing that he was about to cry because he wanted his flower back. “Aww… how sweet,” David said, watching the little one’s tantrum. “Ta-da, it’s done,” the shop owner announced, showing them the completed centerpiece. “Waa…” James cooed. “I agree with my son,” Jayden said. “I love it,” Deborah said, admiring all the details. “The square vase with these colored pebbles gives it a fishbowl feel, and the gel pearls help keep the crystals in place, creating the illusion that they’re floating in water,” David said, appreciating every detail of the arrangement.

He held it in his hand and rubbed his thumb across the beautiful pink stone and wished he could see it on his wrist everyday. River held on to it as he walked through the store and stopped when he saw a section of glass knick-knacks. River looked at all the beautiful little glass sculptures and figurines. His eyes fell upon one that River Just had to examine more closely. The little Omega picked it up and immediately fell in love with all the colors. It looked like little clear stems rising from the base, and at the top of each clear stem were beautiful flowers. The flowers were different colors, pink yellow, and a beautiful light purple, all with green leaves under them. But what River love

Especially since on the frost glass it said Please come in. "It's open," she called. When no one entered she called out again. "You can come right in." Still no one entered, but there was another knock on the door. Finally, exasperated and annoyed, she got up and opened the door, and - stopped dead in her tracks. An enormous silver and nickel alloy cup, like the kind given at sporting events, stood front and center, the bowl-shaped top filled with more roses than she'd ever seen in one place before. Their scent drifted up to her and she drew in a deep breath.

“Champagne for our beautiful friends here. A bottle… Dom Perignon Brut Rosé, if you have.” The bartender gives me a nod of recognition. That should stall the three new lovebirds long enough for me to get help. I wait long enough for the bucket to come out. The bartender pours glasses for the girls and Jasper. He isn’t paying attention when he puts the glass to his lips, but I snatch it away before a drop can fall. “Bro!” Jasper looks at me, annoyed.

'Spring is here; the cherry blossom is the sign. Oh, my love is a beautiful sight. Underneath the sky, with my lover beside. I don't know why I love the pink in the sky. The beauty of nature is not so easy to define. Oh, my love, I love the cherry blossoms in the sky.' Kiera mumbled as she gazed at the delicate pink petals floating through the air. The cherry blossoms seemed to dance in harmony with her words, creating a magical moment that encapsulated their deep connection to nature and each other.

This was a third smile, built only for tonight, and by the third hour of the gala it had started costing me more than the other two combined. The ballroom had been dressed for the solstice like a bride nobody had asked. Ice sculptures dripped slow silver tears into their basins. Somewhere above the crowd, musicians played something old and formal, the kind of song built for watching rather than feeling, and every note of it felt like one more eye added to the hundreds already on me. And under the silk, under the linen wrap that had shaped my body into a lie since I was twelve, I was counting heartbeats instead of exits, because counting exits had stopped helping hours ago.

​Clink. ​It hit the warped wooden floorboards with a sharp, clear ring that seemed to cut right through the heavy thudding of the distant drums. ​I froze. Jiji froze, too, her hands still holding the collar of my dress. ​We both looked down. ​Lying in the dust between my bare feet was a small, dark glass bottle. The glass was so dark it looked almost black, but when the weak light from the window hit it, it shimmered with a deep, liquid purple. It was sealed with a small cork and a piece of red wax.

I say in a low chuckle. “Yes, Kensington. I’m sorry,” she chuckles. “Should we leave down, or—” “Yes, indeed.” I rise to my feet, unboxing the tiny bottle of perfume that cost twenty times my salary, and I have to actively squeeze the price tag, hiding it from Cherry. Fleur d’Obsession Flower of obsession. My heart skips a beat. That’s not all; the dark green bottle has an engraving on it. Jas-MINE. Heat shoots up my spine.