Novel & Cerita Shattering Glass

I murmured bago ilagay sa lamesa ang shot glass, at dahil nga nasa malayo-malayo sa'akin ng kaunti ang lamesa ay nahulog yun sa sahig at nabasag. Napaungol ako sa inis. Tanga-tanga. I didn't mind the broken glass in the floor even its cause some small wound on my feet because I'm wearing on my heels , I'll do just stomped my feet to them like it will vanished if I do that. Ang local naman ng mga shot glass nila. Napapasada nalamang ako nang buhok dahil sa kanina pa ako inom ng inom ngayon ko lang tunay na pagkalasing. Halo-halo na ang nararamdaman ko.

He just wants for his girl who's bearing his child to get out of this hell. Ginawa na nila ang lahat, papalit palit at sabay sabay ngunit sa tibay ng pinto ay wala silang kalaban laban. They heard a crack noises from the glass door kaya naman napatingin sila dito. Nakita nila kung paanong unti unting nagka crack ang glass door na lalong nagpa wala ng pag asa nila at nagpalala ng takot at kaba.

Ang salamin ni Clara ay nagsimulang mag-malfunction. “Anong nangyayari?!” hiyaw ni Clara sa Switzerland. “Bakit nagkakaroon ng emotional surge sa loob ng Glass Core?! Maria is supposed to be data!” “Ang pag-ibig ay hindi data, Clara!” ang boses ni Maria ay pumailanlang sa buong Pilipinas. Ang bawat taong naka-link sa system ay nakarinig sa kaniya. “Ito ang aming 'Shattered Vow' na binuo naming muli! Javi, gamitin mo ang Pulse! I-broadcast mo ang ating mga alaala!”

⸻ At sa gitna ng kaguluhan— ang batang Zia ay tumatakbo. Hindi natatakot. Hindi umiiyak. ⸻ At sa bawat hakbang niya— bumabagsak ang mga system. ⸻ Glass breaking. Doors locking. Security failing. ⸻ Parang ang paligid mismo ay sumusuko sa kaniya. ⸻ “Enough!” Sigaw ni Zia. ⸻ At biglang huminto ang video. ⸻

I looked at my reflection, so pale, messy, but my eyes were burning with a fire Niño probably didn't expect. I grabbed the heavy ceramic soap dispenser from the counter and, with all my remaining strength, ibinasag ko ito sa salamin. The sound was deafening in the silent house. Shards of glass flew everywhere. I didn't flinch. I reached down and picked up the largest, sharpest piece of glass I could find. It was jagged and lethal. I wrapped the base of it with a hand towel para hindi mahiwa ang palad ko. "Subukan mong pumasok dito, Niño," I whispered, clutching the glass shard tight. "I'm not the victim anymore."

Hindi na siya kasya sa ilalim ng table, pero wala siyang pakialam basta maitakpan lang sana ang tatlo para hindi na sila mahulugan ng kung ano-ano. Some people inside the café are safe because they are under the table at tanging si Vash lang ang nakalabas, and he was confident that no something would fall, but then it happens that something has injured him right away. The sound of shattering glass split the air. "Oh, sh*t! My face!" Mas lalo siyang nadaing nang madaanan ng broken glass ang kanyang mukha. "Vash!" Hyacinth’s scream tore out as he jerked forward, his body arching from the blow. "Oh, my God!"

“Touch her again, and I swear to God, I will tear you apart piece by piece until you beg for death.” Inangat niya si Lukas at marahas na inihampas ang likod nito sa gilid ng glass table. Nabasag ang natitirang wine glass at kumalat ang mamahaling red wine sa sahig, humalo sa dugong tumutulo mula sa ilong at bibig ni Lukas.

Matapos nito ay sinumulan ko nang mag-strum sa gitara. Actually, hindi ito talaga ang aking choice of song pero masokista kasi ako. Kapag alam kong masakit, mas gusto kong nasasaktan pa. ~Glass table top for two Shatters across the room It's been this way, it stays this way since June~ Pero.... Kahit pala masokista ako, ito yung sakit na hindi ko kayang tiisin. T*ngin*. ~Gravity pulls me in

Lauren said, her voice flat, shaking, and heavy with a profound heartbreak as she closed the door behind her, locking it with a sharp, final click. "He has the archive timelines. He has the registration logs. He is demanding my total expulsion and the demolition of your tenure. Kakasuhan tayo ng university board." Anne’s glass slipped from her fingers. The sharp, shattering sound of glass breaking against the hard tiles echoed through the silent apartment, water splashing across the floor like a physical manifestations of their failed defense. Anne slowly turned around. Her face was deathly pale, her gray eyes red, swollen, and swimming with raw, unadulterated terror.

I know that this moment, their eyes was on me. "Uhh!" The man on my back shrieked followed by the shatering sound of broken glass. When I turned back, I saw the man laying on the ground without conscious. Sharp shards of glass are everywhere. I saw blood on the floor which I thought came from the man’s head. "God!" naibulong ko, saka napaatras. "Bilis!"