Franny Glass 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.

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.

"Let's go somewhere uplifting." I took the glasses to the kitchen and washed them in the sink while waiting for her to get ready. Even though the girls offered to wash the glass, I always made sure to clear out every piece of evidence myself. There was no trace of the pill left in the glass, I left the glasses for the girls to pat dry. Soon, this would be mine. All of this will be mine. Faye came out in a white dress looking the role of the Luna. This in a way infuriated me.

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.