Eye Glass Straw Novels & Stories

She wrinkled her brow, unsure what glass was and how she could see her necklace but couldn't touch it since she was touching something else, like a wall. "What exactly is this? Is there a schism here? Why am I able to see it but not reach for it?" Cora spits and glared at the glass, while Sean grinned and moved over to stand alongside her, one of his fingers gingerly stroking the silver scalpel in his lab coat pocket. "Cora, this is laminated glass. Do not attempt anything amusing; it will not work." He grinned and turned to face her. But she was looking blankly back at him as he wrinkled his brows. That homicidal glare returned.

The once heavy and undulating eyes of Jom popped open once again clearly struggling against its lids which seemed like things now imbued with the power of a lead

Good. "You look different," Maple said, studying me. "That's the idea," I said. "I like it," Rosy said simply, and went back to her book. I dried my hair and made a list. Two hundred medical masks with good quality, a new set of frames for the prescription lenses, different shapes from my usual ones. Colored contacts, green, which would shift my hazel eyes. I sent the list to Amber with a message asking her to order everything through the institute's supply account and mark it as lab materials.

The glass was pitch-black as if someone had dropped a tarp over it. But it wasn’t a tarp. I raised my phone, turning on the screen’s light. And then—I dropped it. The dim glow revealed something so grotesque and impossible. An eyeball. A massive, unblinking eye filled the entire window frame, staring back at me. The pale iris twitched, its black pupil jittering as if trying to focus. Blood vessels spread across its glossy surface. It was so detailed I could see the veins shift beneath the lens. It was nearly twice my size.

Megan saw his reaction and started to tear up too, she couldn't make out the people in the distance but she knew there was only one person in this world who could cause her husband to have such a reaction. She took an item from her storage ring and put it on her face. It was a pair of glasses with white frames that were filled with runes. Inside the frame was mana glass with even more runes around the edges. These were the new version of the zoom goggles that Xasha created, they were much more compact and stylish and worked better than the previous version.

"Can you fix it?" "Yes. Glasses, corrective lenses. We just need to give your eyes the same refractive power." The doctor stands and picks up a device that looks like spectacles on steroids, twisting two small, black wheels. She walks back over and holds it in front of my eyes. "Look through here. This is how the world will appear through glasses."

The Jester. I stopped. My breath caught in a throat that had suddenly turned to sandpaper. In the center of the harsh white circle of light, the dolls were changing. Porcelain doesn’t move. Glass eyes do not react. But as the artificial glare of my phone hit their faces, I saw it—a synchronized, oily motion. All their pupils retracted. The black centers of those fixed glass eyes, which should have been nothing more than painted beads or static crystal, shriveled into pinpricks, reacting to the light exactly like a human eye.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

“She might not have the body that you do, but she’s not a slut. She still has track of her body count, unlike you.” “Please leave.” “What the fuck!” I snapped. “You know what? If you don’t want me, I’d get her to leave you,” I sneered. “Look there.” I glanced towards the door. “You see it, huh?” I said, letting a sly grin spread across my face. “Yes, I got all this on recording, and these glasses aren’t ordinary,” I whispered, removing the glasses. “See, it has a camera. It’s a meta glass, sweetheart .”

Countless fragments embedded in my flesh. “This is your lesson! No one is allowed to bandage you! “Reflect on what you’ve done. Come apologize when you’ve figured it out!” With that, Leon picked Ella up and left without looking back. My eyes burned, and my vision blurred. One by one, tears fell onto the broken pieces of the figurine. Though the wounds hurt, my chest hurt so much that I could barely breathe. The two little figures on the ornament had shattered completely, custom-made by Leon when he proposed to me.