The Glass Is Already Broken Novels & Stories

“It's clean and not poison. You need it for some strength. We don't want you dead as of yet.” I held the glass with my shaky hands and in an instant the glass fell to the floor shattering to pieces. I gasped and heard the man hiss out. “Damn woman. I told you the glass isn't poisoned but you didn't believe me and now you've broken one of my favorite glasses.”

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

He had broken her to the core. To her it was so hard to be mended, when a bottle of wine falls to the floor shattering in to tiny pieces, the glasses can't be put together and even if you managed to collect the wine from there; it will be hard to drink it. She was that glass shattered beyond repair.

"And I hate tears. Don't ever cry in front of me again." The door slammed shut behind him, leaving the room in a ringing silence. Isabella let out a breath she felt she’d been holding for a lifetime. Her eyes drifted to the floor, where the whiskey glass lay in a thousand jagged pieces.She realized then that her life was beginning to look exactly like that glass—shattered, sharp, and impossible to put back together.

The glass shattered. And then, the screen you are holding went black.

He couldn't get a single word out. "And even if we have another child in the future, it won't be the same one, will it?" He stayed silent. I picked up the glass on the table and hurled it to the floor. It shattered into pieces. "The glass is broken. If you can restore it to exactly how it was, I'll start over with you." I turned and walked into the bedroom. Behind me, Giuliano's muffled, guttural sobs rose to a breaking point. I didn't look back.

A few steps further from the living room led me to my dimly lit room. I dropped my suit on the sofa close to the king sized bed, unbuttoning my shirt in preparation for a cool bath. I was almost done with my buttons until I heard the shattering of glass. After liars, I hated clumsiness and my workers were quite aware. As I turned around with furrowed brows, my lips parted in surprise. It wasn't any of my workers. It was Georgia. During the period of realization, she pushed down another vase, staggering her way inside the room.

“I can’t risk believing you. Not when every time I get close, the ground shatters under me.” He closed his eyes, breathing like he’d been hit. “Then tell me what to do, Sonia. Tell me how to fix this.” The ache in his voice almost undid me. Almost. “You can’t fix it,” I whispered. “Some things don’t get mended. They just… scared.” The quiet that followed was so thick, I thought it might choke me. And then The sound of breaking glass ripped through the room. I spun, my heart leaping to my throat. The window behind me burst inward, shards sparkling in the dim light as masked figures poured in.

"CLASH! CLANG!" The sapphire blue goblet accented with golden strings at the bottom that he prisoned in his hand finally found its freedom, landed on the gray granite tiles, and shattered into fine pieces. Martins powerless hand tried to save the glass but it chose to let go of his trembling heart for the first time. Martin's knees became weak and folded it to the floor to pick up the pieces of the broken glass, but...

She better stop, she better or I wouldn't be responsible for what I might do next. "Why? Is it that hard to hear the truth?" Red veiled my sight, "STOP I SAID!" My voice filled the room and the next thing I heard was the sound of glass breaking, the next thing I felt was the shards of glass penetrating through the skin of my hand. It took me a second or two to realize what happened, how I slammed my fist over the glass table, breaking it...just like she broke me, shattering it like she shattered my inside.