Eye Glass Straw Novels & Stories

She closed it back. Sumico opened again the second drawer. There were quite several usual stuff belonging to a young beautiful girl: several combs, several cosmetics, several stationery sets produced by Huangwira Enterprise, and also several mirrors, lipsticks, and contact lenses. “As far as I remember, Hanny’s eyes are alright and healthy. They don’t get any myopia or hypermetropia. So, why does she have to wear contact lenses?” mumbled Sumico to herself, slightly frowning her forehead.

"It was on the cell next to them. Haven't I told you? They took it with them, I'm sure of it. Those stinky rats. . ." "It only works on a living host, does it?" Sherfy asked, hugging a clipboard on her chest while examining the strange object in front of her. On top of the table seats a glass jar filled with glowing water, containing a single eye, tumbling up and down with a little motion. "Don't you worry, Sherfy. That woman cannot see us, right, Nelisa?" Serina, who is comfortably resting on a couch, spoke. A young girl, opposite her place, turned to her.

He closed his eyes and stood still. After a short while the play went off and the first direction John's eyes caught was the figure of three candles that were high above him. There was a little glass that was shockingly on fire. Burning continually, non stop. It was in the shape of a perfect gemstone, with the shape of an upside teardrop. He found a ladder by the end wall to the left like it was planned by someone who thought he might have the intention of climbing higher to see. As he was high up, the glass he saw more unseen and strange actions relating to it. From his former angle, he couldn't see if it laid still, but as he saw with the ladder, the glass floated. It definitely was the re

Like smoke that can’t be contained. “I don’t want to wear them. Violet and Logan don’t have to and everyone makes fun of me.” Dad gives me a soft smile, his hand gripping my shoulder. “Kids can be cruel. Many made fun of me when I was younger wearing my glasses but they didn’t realise the power I have from wearing them.” he gives my arm a squeeze before taking his off and handing them to me. My nose scrunches up as he puts them on me and I see what he means. Like mine, the lens is made of glass. But what I see in dad’s glasses reminds me of the control panel on one of my video games.

I found one of the servant's small caps, this won't do. I sat back sprawled on the bare floor. How do I get past those guards outside, God? I'm running out of time. I was already at my crossroad. My eyes fell on broken pair of eyeglasses on the floor some inches away from my grasp. I stretch my hands and took it, it looks like a medicated eyeglass, I find a way to fix the glass back into the holes and it fitted it perfectly. I put them on, I had no mirror with me but I hoped I was not recognizable in them.

she handed over her glasses; “so that air pressure and dust particles won’t sting your eyes more.” “Wouldn’t your vision blur?” I asked as I wore the glasses. Strangely, it didn’t seem to have graded lenses as I felt nothing weird like getting dizzy. “My vision is perfect. That’s just some sort of high-functioning glasses.” “High-functioning?” “There are four small buttons, two on each side. Notice that there are also two small holes with miniscule bulbs beside the lenses. Try it.”

Anything positive about this situation. The dark tresses tickled the sides of my neck when he lowered his head to my neck. I trash against him and his hot breath brushed over my neck before his lips curved upwards into a sickening smirk then his rough and cracked lips connected with my neck in kisses. Bile lodged itself in my throat as the vision of the room swirled and I struggle more before I'm thrown in a vaguely familiar blurry world. My glasses! The bastard got rid of my glasses.

Jenny’s glasses. The arm was missing. A crack ran right through one side, and there was a tiny dark smear at the edge that I did not want to identify too quickly, but the shape of it was hers. Undeniably. Absurdly ordinary in a place like this, which somehow made it worse. “Oh God,” I whispered. Lucas was beside me almost immediately, not touching me, only there, his attention dropping to the lens in my hand and then to the floor and wall around it.

she asked. “I have irritation of the eye. Visual stress gives me bad headaches. My tinted glasses help ease the strain. I wear these a lot as they are my prescription glasses. I found that yellow works best for me. It’s light enough that it won’t distort anything or stop me from performing as your doctor.” She nodded and felt her nipples harden at his proximity. She watched him swallow and then drop his hand to his side. “Again, don’t be sorry,” he stated and she responded with a weak smile.

She said a she gestured for me to take the straw. I hesitated for a second before I was slowly reaching for the straw. "What's in the straw?" I asked suspiciously. I knew that she just had it but I still had to ask. "Straw? Fuck you are killing me." Ace groaned as he fixed his pants alittle. I looked at the dark blue straw and twirled it around before I was bringing it close to my eyes. It smelled more potent the closer it got to my face. The tip of it was on fire and ash was building up the longer it burned.