Glass House Novels & Stories

RED INK EP 19: Subtle anomaly The hospital was a huge one, probably government sponsored. It was a six-storey building which was termed "the glass house" because of the appearance it gave. It had an enormous compound space for parking, even an underground parking lot where the ambulances and workers' cars were licensed to park— that was where Aurora was switching off the engine of her SUV, proceeding to check her fuel guage; she figured she had enough to take her around the city for the rest of the week...if she was not traveling.

I love the way they smell; Berries peaches and all. “This is the most gorgeous view I have ever seen I think out loud . That whole roof , walls and windows of the room was made from glass so I can see the sky , trees and other buildings perfectly from anywhere in the room. There is a small fireplace to the right. How come I never saw this side of the house from outside? I was have underestimated the size of this house.

she asked. “She did,” Geo replied. “With a little persuasion from you, I’m sure,” she added, “You couldn’t control yourself, I see. That’s not going to go over well.” Geo chuckled, but said nothing as he lowered himself into a chair that was strategically placed near a large window that consisted of glass made with the latest technology our hard-working scientists came up with to combat the remnants of pollution left from the great war. It filtered the harmful rays of the sun as the morning light flooded the room. My grandmother’s enormous greenhouse was made of the same glass since certain plants were still not hardy enough to tolerate the sun’s direct rays.

She moved forward as indicated by him. “What I’d really like to show you is beyond that door.” He commented. Aries moved behind her as the rows were narrow. This side was kept up well. The glass and magic maintained regularly. Yes it was a natural greenhouse but they still had to find a way to keep warmth here. They did get into negative temperatures and the glass would leak heat. That was why portions were frosted and had inscriptions on it. He got several head nods from those working that he returned but his focus was more on Sybil.

I looked down through the glass floor, staring at the cars that looked so small driving around. Kirk eventually turned me from the sight and lead me away. We took the elevator down the center of the needle. “There is an exhibit here you might like.” I chuckled as I let him lead me. My eyes widened as we walked into a garden made entirely of glass. The colors were bright and vibrant, looking almost like we stepped into another planet. There was also a greenhouse-like structure with a huge glass sculpture hanging from the ceiling.

The glass looked opaque, but once the door was open, it was so bright that Natasha could see everything inside the glass room. "Welcome, Mr. Skywalker." The voice of the detection robot greeted James and Natasha. Natasha saw a very large screen in James' room, the black screen was even longer than Natasha's body. It was probably about two meters wide. All the sharp objects, such as knives and guns, were neatly arranged in glass boxes like they were on display in a museum. One thing that caught Natasha's attention was that her eyes glazed over when she saw that their wedding photo was also in James' headquarters room.

Zara turned and walked away, while I continued to the greenhouse, one unsure step after another. I froze at the door and stared in, my lips drooping in astonishment. The room was made entirely of glass, sunlight streaming in to bathe the space in a golden glow. Flowers hung from the walls in cascading colors, their perfume sweetening the warm air. In the center stood a small table, the top covered in white linen, with plates of fruit, cheese, and bread set on the table, a bottle of wine resting in a silver bucket beside it. Crystal glasses gleamed, catching the light.

he asked hopefully. "Okay," Megan sighed. "Lead the way, Elena." They walked through the back of the house and out onto a stone terrace. The gardens were sprawling and perfectly manicured, but the "glass house" was a massive structure of iron and glass that looked like something out of Victorian England. Inside, the air was thick, warm, and smelled of damp earth and jasmine.

It felt less like an application and more like a confession. Ms. Gable wore shoes that didn't make a sound. She moved through the penthouse like a ghost, touching things lightly, inspecting the perimeter with eyes that had seen too many broken homes to be impressed by marble floors. She stopped at the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room. "It's a long way down," Ms. Gable noted. "The glass is rated for hurricane impact," Aurora said. She was standing with her hands clasped behind her back, trying not to look like she was at a court martial. "And the locks are biometric."

I added. “ Face your work. August,” he replied lazily. “Oh, and listen, the hum. Do you hear that?” I said, ignoring all he said. “ It's called a ventilation system. It's Security features.” He snapped. I exhaled. “They are security features, August. Mr. Hale's preference." “ Oh, my god. Security? in a glass house? Who are the watchers? Isn't this irony too much?" I said. "Him." That was the only response he gave me.