Walking On Broken Glass Meaning Novels & Stories

Wild, raw, and completely out of control. I step into the foyer, my boots crunching on shattered glass. I look down and I am stood on the remains of the pretty ornate vase that once stood proudly on the entry table, now it’s a mess of shards and water, the flowers wilting and crushed underfoot. I still for a moment trying to take things in, to my left, the mirror lining the wall is spider-webbed with cracks, reflecting a distorted version of the chaos.

I kicked it so hard it collapsed sideways, books scattering like fallen leaves. The full-length mirror? I hurled a decorative crystal at it, watching with sick satisfaction as cracks spiderwebbed across the glass until it shattered completely. But none of the things he gave me ended up on the ground. None. As if a part of me was silently protecting them. I sank to the ground, where shards of glass decorated the floor like twisted flowers in a cursed garden. A few pierced my fingers, but I didn’t give a damn. Let it hurt. It wouldn’t kill me.

Funny, how something so simple could feel like walking barefoot across broken glass. The words that came to mind first were the ones I never said aloud. Broken. Haunted. Dangerous. A dozen others lingered on my tongue, each one holding a piece of a truth too jagged to hand to strangers. They would have shocked them, terrified them, confused them. They weren’t ready for what lay beneath my skin. Hell, I wasn’t even sure I was ready for it. The red sky. The ash raining like snow. The earth splitting beneath my knees.

Then he turned and walked past me, the faint scent of smoke and whiskey trailing after him. When the front door slammed, the house seemed to exhale. My mother muttered curses in the kitchen, but I barely heard. My pulse still raced from that single look. Downstairs, shards of crystal glittered on the floor. That was the broken glasses. I tiptoed into the kitchen and crouched, running my finger along a piece until a bead of blood welled up. The sting felt real in a way nothing else did. Maybe everything really was starting to break. Maybe that was exactly what I needed.

Before I lost in the darkness. When I opened my eyes I was in this big room on a bed. I looked beside me with a lot of fear that someone slept with me again but there's no naked man beside me this time. And I am also full clothed. I got up from the bed and in panick I hit with a table and a vase falls on the ground loud. I kneeled down as I was seeing the pieces . The broken glass pieces. Just like me. They have broken me just like these glasses. Shattered me. I looked at the broken glasses. Should I just?? Maybe this is the only chance I get to do this.

The mirror invites Perci to see his soul and the condition of his heart, to look past physical features. He sees nothing but a man in his 40's, single and broken. 'I wish I had not met you again.' He broke the mirror; it was the last mirror in his room because the rest is broken. A crack runs across the glass, finding the weaknesses that were once small. From a perfect mirror to something that is unrecognizable. He watches each fragment fly outward until they lie still yet vicious on the Marmol floor. Breaking glass has become his art and comfort. There is nothing more broken than his heart. Those fragments are nothing compared to his heart. He watched them shatter and release just a fragmen

The last reason for me to live had been burned to ashes and now there was nothing left for me to hold on. The crystalline vase I accidentally knocked down lay scattered at my feet. My tears stricken eyes lingered on the beautiful piece of broken crystal. It once stood proud and worthy of praise but now there's nothing left of it except the ugly clutter of broken crystals. Poor thing, I have destroyed yet another beautiful work of art… Darkness invaded my mind. Abruptly, before I even realized what I'm doing, I was already clutching a dagger-sharp glass tightly around my fingers, ready to slice the weapon on my wrists.

The glass pieces were on the floor. "They came for him " Zander said after looking around. No shit.We still tried to find anything useful while walking carefully inside the room. Unknowingly Jess stepped on a glass piece.She let out an anguish cry in pain.Zander and I moved closer leaving whatever we were doing. She supported her weight against a wall and lifted her injured foot to pull out the glass piece. After she was done the wound started healing.

And then, with a sudden burst of anger, I shattered the glass into pieces. The sound of breaking glass echoed throughout the room, and I watched as the shards fell to the ground in a cascade of glittering fragments. As I stared down at my hand, I saw that it was covered in a beautiful, dark hue of red. Blood was dripping down my fingers, and I could feel it seeping into the crevices between my knuckles.

He lowered his voice and called out, the seriousness in his tone made me stunned. He put down my feet, bent down, and picked up something from the ground. It was a piece of broken glass, probably splashed out from the instruments that were smashed in the chaos. “Cara…” He pointed to the broken glass in his claws, then kicked his hind legs, making a clattering sound of glass hitting each other. I understood what he meant. “You want to tell me that the ground is full of broken glass, right?” He nodded, hugged my body, and lifted me up.