Glasses Stories Novels & Stories

They kept talking, Clara adding more stories about dinners and trips, painting a perfect picture while hiding the truth. While all those conversations went on, suddenly a glass fell from where Marcus, Jake, and I were standing. The sound cut sharp through the room.

"Huh, the thing is you have to give me back my glasses, I can't see much without them," She let out, she heard his rich laughter fill the room, she started laughing too, he gave her back her glasses which she put back on still laughing. "What's funny?" "You were laughing and I joined," "You know, it's gonna fall off in the process right? Can you keep it on? Do you really go blind without it? I didn't even know you had an eye issue," "That's because I always wear my contact lenses, but today I wasn't feeling like it, that's why,"

Kids don’t always understand why their parents have so little patience. I take my glasses off my eyes and clean the lenses with a special wipe. It is not that I cannot see without them, I just cannot see very far without them. I place them back on my eyes and as the view comes into focus, I can see one of the men at the table staring intently at me.

She looked at her up and down and asked ,“Girlfriend, what is wrong with you? You never wear sun glasses .Is there something you would like to tell me? “Hannah don’t bother me, I am just perfect. I woke up today and decided that I want to wear my favourite sunglasses. Remember you are the one who told me that I look good on them.” She just had to lie, she was embarrassed to tell her the real reason why she was sad this morning.

Maybe it'll help you calm down. She takes the glasses from the table and holds one out to me. Then she sips almost all of it. I take a few sips too, as it's a very hot day. I put my glass down on the table and turn to her again. "Now tell me what happened. She lowers her head, her eyes fixed on her hands in her lap. "It's something very serious... that I'm ashamed to even say out loud... Brandon

I walked over and she looked at me and suddenly took them off. "Don't take them off." I took the glasses and put them back on her eyes. "This is the first time I've seen you with them." "I lost my contact lens. Tomorrow I'll have a new one made, until it's ready you'll see me with glasses. At least my prescription isn't that strong, so I don't need them all the time." Manu looked discouraged. "And why that discouraged look?" "Because I don't like the glasses." I laughed at her angry expression.

he gushed. My cheeks almost heated up at the thought of Jack thinking about me all night. It made my heart flutter so much. "Where have you been all this while?" he asked with a smile. I opened my mouth to say something again, but he cut me short with a question. "Where are your glasses? I still recall you were wearing glasses that day," he beamed. "Contact lenses," I whispered. I've always been short-sighted, so I always wear glasses to help with my vision, but recently I chose not to wear them anymore after my mom introduced contact lenses to me. I love my contact lenses because my glasses often make me look like a grandma.

He said as we approached, his arms folded in disapproval. "It's my fault he's late. I'm new around here and didn't know where the weaponry or training was being held, so he offered to help." I stepped in. His face turned my way, his hands lowering his glasses for a moment. My heart skipped a bit as I saw his eyes, or his eye sockets to be more exact, because behind those thick black lenses were no eyeballs at all, just empty sockets. "You are a sly one, mixing bits of truths and lies to cook up a cover story. A story I would have believed if I wasn't already familiar with his lateness streak." He calmly said, motioning at Scott as he placed the glasses back on his face.

But she only smiled and replied, “Maybe telling a story will reduce the fear… or maybe it will increase it.” She walked up to the stage and sat where the professor had been sitting just moments ago. The candlelight fell on her face — and her eyes glistened slightly, damp. Arya’s Story — ‘The Glass House’ “When I was seventeen, there was an old house in our neighborhood — people called it the Glass House. Maybe because its windows, walls, even the veranda were made of glass. But the strange thing was — no one was ever seen there. And yet, every night… a light would turn on inside.”

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.