Franny Glass Novels & Stories

Amy wore her readers to watch it and paused it by the end, on Brandon’s pictures with his new friends. “Something’s not right,” she said, frowning in her effort to see details. “Shit. I can’t enlarge the images.” “Bet they’re in a dozen different sizes on G****e,” I grunted. She searched them and found one she could enlarge as she wanted. “This is old, Fran.” “Those are his new glasses, and he ain’t wearing black. Meaning it’s from after the cleansing.” “Yeah, but before coming to Boston.” “How the fuck can you tell?”

“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 .”

“SILENCE!” Franny steps back “it’s fine, I mean she’s not wrong but do you mind having her leave the room, I need to focus, everyone except you and her” she points towards one of the under grads that just came from studying. “You all heard her, please do as she says” they file out of the room she then takes the mixture and puts it into four bowls “what’s your name sweet pea?” she blushes “Miranda” “okay Miranda, I’m Red now I need you to work with me, I can see you have the healing touch and your quite sharp, let’s clean our hands first and then follow what I do okay?”

The Breakage With a movement that defied the physics of the room, Silas closed the distance between them. Francis raised the neck of the bass guitar to block the strike, but Silas’s boot caught him squarely in the chest, launching him backward into one of the massive, twelve-foot glass panels that gave the fortress its name. The impact was spectacular. The glass didn't just crack; it exploded outward into the canyon night, a waterfall of diamond-like shards that caught the moonlight as they fell into the dark.

she thought. “Yes, I think that would be better for me,” she said. Francois pushes the wheelchair inside the women’s disability section “Would you like me to help you?” he asked. “No, thank you,” she responded, so Francois had left her there and closed the door. Marianne looks around and sees herself in the mirror. “Oh My Goodness Me!” she said it aloud. Her make up that Annie had carefully applied this morning and then retouched again is all in a mess. Her mascara had dripped down on her face and then smudged everywhere. It’s like she is cosplaying for a horror theme.

she spat. She patted her hair, straightened her apron, and smoothed her mini-skirt before sashaying behind the counter to retrieve the basket of piping hot food. Flashing a seductive smile in Geoffrey’s direction, Francine grabbed the chicken basket in one hand and a coffee pot in the other and headed over to her customer’s table. My eyes roamed from Francine’s exaggerated wiggle to Geoffrey, who was intently watching that exaggerated wiggle. Before I could look away, he caught my eye, smiled sheepishly, and shrugged his shoulders like a high school kid caught looking at Playboy. I couldn’t help chuckling.

Anna obeyed, tried to get close to the glass, the surface of the water could show her reflection inside the glass, but couldn't see anything else, so Anna had to shake her head. The man was not disappointed, he continued to ask her: 'What do you think this is?” Anna glanced at the people around, they were also looking at the glass, Anna couldn't find any hint from them, she had to think for herself. She focused on the glass, it was reflecting the same figure as her, the red color was very attractive. "Wine?" Anna couldn't smell alcohol, but there was no better answer than wine. What else, could it be blood? If it's blood, why is it in a glass?

I melted into him, getting lost in his kiss, wanting and needing him as his strength and masculinity dominated my entire being as he was protecting me with his chest. Just while we were still in the mood, a very heavy breeze blew through the window and swept the glass of wine off the table in a swift rush. We were stunned for a moment, and a rumbling like thunder followed shortly, causing the glasses of wine to break like clay under a stone. "What's that?" Sanny asked in awe, staring in anxiety. I didn't bother answering, instead, staring intently at the windows to the side and saw nothing. I became so confused with fear and anxiety.

N I shuddered at the memory, taking a big gulp from the glass in my hand. Serena had concocted the drink for me and although I had NO IDEA what was in it, it sent a shivering burning feeling through me. It tasted like poison but I welcomed the taste as I downed the glass. Placing it down on the counter I spun around, rubbing my eye as I moved to the dance floor. Damn, the drink worked quick… Frankie Sherwood spotted me, waving me closer whilst dancing with a guy without a shirt on. She was wearing a bright green sports-bra adjoining with pink leggings and wrist-and-head bands.

Frederick didn’t see anything special about the glass. “I didn’t notice it at first but now when I concentrate my senses I can feel a small trace of energy in it. As long as it breaks, the energy would disperse and others would know something is wrong” Mane explained. “Remarkable” Frederick praised. Mane threw the glass to him and said “Keep it. I’d need you to look into it later”. The older boy nodded and placed the glass carefully into his pocket. Then he quickly went to Selina to help her process the mass killing that had just occurred.