Eye Glass Straw Novels & Stories

He rushed downstairs and suddenly threw himself toward Amanda, who was holding the long straw, pretending to fall. And in that instant, the straw snapped completely in half.

Just her name, Derby, written in a precise, elegant script she didn't recognize. Frowning, Derby carried the box to her small kitchen counter. She sliced through the tape, pulling back the tissue paper inside. Her breath caught. Resting in a protective leather case was a sleek, lightweight pair of designer computer glasses. They featured a specific blue-light filtering lens, framed in a delicate, matte-gold titanium. It was the exact model she had stopped to admire in a boutique window weeks ago, off-handedly mentioning to herself how much she needed them because her current pair kept slipping and making her eyes ache.

I screeched. “That is the eye of a Newt.” I looked at her as if she had sprouted an extra head and frankly, I shouldn’t be surprised if she actually did that. “Relax, man. You should know that it is an illusion and not an actual eye. I thought it would be fun to have an eyeball in a witch’s home like the ‘eye of a Newt.” Fun?! “You are no fun! Party pooper!” Glenda complained before waving her hand again, and the freaky test tubes and vials vanished from the shelves to be replaced by vases and flowers.

It made her stand out. I was surprised to see she wore glasses. Photochromic lenses obscured her eyes, but they seemed to be the most interesting shade of bluey green. Said glasses didn’t appear to be a prop or some fashion statement either. They seemed to be corrective lenses. What the fuck? Wolves didn’t suffer declines in vision.

Eye scanning but, my guess is that only the Valastro's could open it. Oh well, let's try it. "Move your eye closer in here." I pointed at the little square-shaped thingy on the side. She followed as what I've told her to do but the gadget flashed a red color. This means that she isn't recognized. Pfft. Poor thing. Water started to form in her eyes so I rolled my eyes at her. "Please don't cry. You would look like Momo if you do." Except for her ugly pout which is upside down.

“Sit down,” Edwin said, gesturing to the kitchen table as he strode over to the fridge. I did as he said, my fingers instinctively reaching for the glasses. I put them on and looked around, smirking at how blurry everything suddenly looked. “Your eyesight is really this bad?” I asked. Edwin glanced at me over his shoulder and frowned. “They’re just for reading when I get eye strain. My eyesight is fine.” I shrugged, not fully believing him, and set the glasses down. For a moment, I watched as he began to prepare a pot of water for pasta, then crushed some cloves of garlic with the side of a knife and began chopping.

"Mommy, my eyes are really itchy. Can we do it now? I can't bear it anymore. I shouldn't have cried." Feeling a rush of agitation at his discomfort, Lilian quickly nodded. "Sure, baby. Hold on." She reached into her purse, retrieving a small container. She then drew Ethan closer to herself and widened his eyes, applying a few drops of the liquid in the container onto them. Lilian paused as Ethan blinked his eyes severally, causing the gray contact lenses to fall from his eyes, revealing his enthralling hazel orbs.

As him being a near-sighted geek, he still needs his glasses to make out the image of the street lights which he doesn’t remembered being there. All of the sudden, he felt his eyes getting heavy. Soon enough, he fell asleep with his glasses on. He woke up the next morning feeling exhausted. He sighed and slowly pushed himself up with one hand when he felt a stinging pain on his back. He paused for a moment, trying to feel the pain to its extent until it slowly feels bearable. He turned to look at the window and his brows rose when he didn’t see anything outside. The street lights weren’t there. He took his glasses above the bedside table, wore it, and went back to the window. His brows met w

There is not only a thin layer of eyelids, but eyelids also wrapped under a layer of smooth thin, then the thin piece was gently pulled down by me. I can't help but gasp for this creation of the Creator. It's like when you dive into the water, you put on a pair of goggles, and the creator has provided it with a pair of fine transparent goggles that allow it to see clearly in the water, it can even filter out the deviation caused by the refraction of light rays in different media. There are so many great features in just one eyeball, but what about the rest? "A miracle of the creator isn't it," Alice whispered behind my ear.

My eyes widened in a desire to break the long glass container. I stood up while giving no care to those fires which climbed on my legs. I spotted those people who were observing me in detail, but those were not my attention. I positioned myself back in the middle and straightened my body as I stared at the glass with water. I can feel my eyes turned into a circulating blue as I pushed myself to scatter those water.