Hand Blown Glass Swans Novels & Stories

"What do you have there, little witch?” Amias stepped out from behind my leg, holding the wooden toy in both palms. He squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating so hard his little nose crinkled up. A tiny, steady pulse of green light flared around his fingers, making the bird lift two inches off his palm and hover in the air.

–Ciro laughed as he pulled out a seventy-five reserve. -Too many people for my taste. - He turned around, uncorking the bottle with great ease. Making it clear that his strong arms were not just for show. He poured wine into two Savarovski crystal glasses, the finest and most expensive crystal in the world, and handed one of them to Bethany. The woman inspected them with extreme attention, admiring their elegant design. It was the first time she had seen such splendid art figures in her home. -There's wine outside too. - Bethany said hastily.

The colors danced and shimmered, providing a stark contrast to the murky surroundings. Sable approached the window cautiously, her eyes tracing the intricate artwork. Suddenly, a surge of energy coursed through her veins, as if the stained-glass window held a hidden power waiting to be unleashed. She reached out and placed her palm against the cool glass, closing her eyes and allowing herself to be consumed by it. In that moment, the stained-glass window shimmered and pulsed with an otherworldly light. The glass seemed to come alive, swirling and shifting until it transformed into a magnificent sword. It gleamed with a radiant brilliance, its hilt adorned with intricate carvings of mythical

Carefully, he handed it to her. Inside, wrapped beneath tissue paper, sat a ceramic bird…..a small blue warbler, similar to the one he'd shattered but with subtle changes in color and shape. "I saw it in a shop window when I went out for groceries," Max continued, his expression unexpectedly unsure. “I know it can't replace the original, but I thought it may fit into your collection regardless. Start again together.” Grace accepted the small figure, a sudden unexpected feeling rising in her throat. "You didn't have to do this."

Then, taking a deep breath, he removed the dust cover— It was the upgraded version of the glass greenhouse model from the day before! The symmetrical dome had been completely transformed into a powerful, asymmetrical, wing-like structure, as if it were about to take flight at any moment! Even more stunning, each curved panel of "wing" glass was laser-etched with different, abstract patterns of butterfly wing veins. Under the studio lights, they refracted a dazzling, dreamlike rainbow of colors! And most eye-catching of all, tied to the model's base, was a... slightly crooked bow made of silver ribbon. It wasn't tied well at all, a little clumsy, like a butterfly that had just learned to land

There are so many of them that captured my attention: body shaped vases, glass-blown flowers, cherubim with colourful wings and dozens of trinkets. I am enthralled by the different accessories that sat on the velvet cases. I draw near it and gasp as I see what is inside. One is a simple leather bracelet with an engraved drawing of wings which can actually be split. One is larger as the other was smaller. It reminds me of Gabe and also the little bean inside of me. It will be perfect for them. I smiled and proceed to pay for it though after paying, another thing caught my attention, which is a flute. I stared at it for a while losing myself in a memory that has once hunted my dreams.

When I see that it is working, I continue to do so - until I see the little fluff balls face. "There you go , all free…Now let's put this back before Jason finds us" I say to fluffy who licks my feet as a thank you. I get up off the floor and take hold of the ornament. It actually feels much heavier than it looks. I waddle towards the table and power lift it onto the table. I feel like the strongest girl in the world afterwards. I look at the ornament , really taking in it's beauty. It is a long vase , definitely not the kind that has flowers in them. It has a mirror finish throughout it , and silver sparkly beads - which are misty - stuck on in some areas. A silver rose is engraved on it ,

he hums. “I didn’t even say anything.” “You don’t need to… I watch you.” And that does something to me. Something warm. Something deep. Something terrifyingly sweet… a feeling that wraps around my ribs and holds tight. His words settle inside me like a match touching oil. The third item flashes on the screen. A glass sculpture, hand blown, shaped like a blooming flower. Soft pink… delicate… fragile beauty. And God… something in me connects to it instantly. It feels like femininity made solid. Like softness given form. Like something gentle that refuses to break.

The mere thought of seeing her smile causes me to smile as I pointed at the rose glass on the display table. The glass is in a shape of a U-shaped cup turned upside down with a glass lid covering it below. A single red rose flower stood in air, held in place by some invisible forces, a bright lighting on the inside, casting brilliant bright lights over the little rose flower along with a few drops of snow dancing around it. It was beautiful and perfect.

I whispered. “It’s a small island.” “That’s not the reason.” We walked slowly between the stalls. There were woven baskets, handmade jewelry, carved wooden decorations, colorful fabrics, and small glass bottles filled with seashells and sand. I immediately stopped at one of the stalls. “Oh, I like this.” It was a small bracelet made from polished sea glass and thin silver wire. The woman behind the stall smiled. “Handmade,” she said. “It’s beautiful,” I replied. I tried it on.