Richard's hands shook as he slowly opened the bedroom door. His wife sat at the open window, shivering in her sheer nightie. Her dull hair hung in limp strands and the moonlight hollowed out her already pale and gaunt face. "Suzanna, I'm..." "You're what?" "I've got to..." I'm leaving(more) you. Say it. Richard could see the possibilities of impending disaster spinning faster and faster in Suzanna's mind. She choked back a pained sob. She was a wonderful actor, but Richard hated to see her hurt. She stared straight into his eyes, her delicate facade crumbling beneath the rocky foundation of her heart. As hard as it was to stay, Richard knew that to leave would surely kill her. The gentle giant of a man crumbled at the feet of his delicate wife. What else could he do?(less)
Glass heart, huh? Y'see, the thing about glass is, it's not one of those things that gets stronger when it's pieced back together. It just becomes more fragile. Eventually, a glass heart will be broken enough until it is nothing but dust.
(more) There is one way to mend this though. But it can only be done by those with the shattered hearts. You can take every one of those pieces -those sharp, small pieces- and melt them. Once melted, it is yours to do with as you wish. Mold it into whatever you see fit. Maybe you want it to be more structurally sound. Maybe you want to leave room for another heart. Whatever it may be, it will be yours.
One may say that it takes another person to melt their heart back into a single structure once more. While others may help with this process, that inner fire used to melt the shards of your heart comes from you and you alone. It is you who decides to light that fire from within yourself and cast the misshapen slivers of your heart into the flames, hoping for the best when the opportunity that is the raw, molten glass of your heart comes from your own personal forge.
The best part about this? You can do this indefinitely. No matter how many times your heart is broken, shattered, or pulverized, you can cast the bits and pieces of your heart into your fire. The fragile nature of your heart is merely an illusion. It is glass, yes, but immortal all the same.(less)
There was a peculiar sense of importance over this particular object. The other items in the exhibit all seemed like meaningless distractions compared to this object, this "Glass Heart". It was placed squarely atop a pedestal, waist high, in the middle of the room. It was clear that this(more) was the main attraction at the event, but I had not heard of it earlier. I couldn't recall if I'd ever read about it, which seemed very strange since I always read about the latest archaeological findings.
I walked around the pedestal to get a good look at the "Glass Heart". It was a perfectly smooth and solid shape of a human heart, almost glowing white. I took a look at the small text written on the pedestal.
-The Glass Heart, origins unknown. Age unknown.
Intrigued as I was, the object seemed to bother no-one else in the room. I thought I may have stepped right into a big joke, trying to trick me into thinking this was a real find. Even though that seemed to be the most logical explanation, I couldn't help but wonder if it was indeed real!
I kept staring at the object, puzzled at it's strange color and shape. It was as if it was shifting, twirling, reflecting the light from the ceiling-lamp across the room. But it started to shift more intensely, and an alien sound was emitted from the object, like the static from a radio. I was hypnotized, my eyes fixed on the object, and I couldn't look away no matter how hard I tried. I was trapped in this state, and dread and fear rushed in me. I had the sense that this was to be the last thing I'd see.
Amazingly, it wasn't.
But I'll always remember.
The pills don't help.
The Unixorda (a sub species from the planet of Iopia) have been known to reach a somewhat crystallized state in the womb. These fantastic creatures are glass from head to toe. Soft fragile tissue can be seen through the glass only to find glass organs as well! One of(more) the most complex parts of the Unixordas is the glass heart. The heart manages to heat the glass just above melting point making it able to flux in and out allowing pure mercury to pump throughout the body. The Unixorda don't have human blood like us, but mercury. Doctors from Munaz have been trying to understand this strange phenomenon but to no avail.(less)
Silver, pulsing bands of light shot out into the featureless grey plains of the DDMZSM, the Digital Demilitarized Zone Seattle Metroplex.
Veins, throbbing with data leaving the hub, headed towards the Freeside servers. The ICE was broken, the core of corporate data exposed and vulnerable.
Here, in(more) the matrix, connected to a VerizonComcast ULTE line, the data relay smoothly transfered at 1TBps. Outside, in meatspace, the Ono Sendai deck was running hot. Very hot. Martin flipped the switch on the side of his deck which allowed him to safely jack out of the matrix without frying his brain. He yanked the data plug out of his temple and covered the jack with a rubber cap.
He pushed back his chair and took a deep breath. Sweat was beading on his forehead - the air conditioner had stopped working some time in the early morning hours. That was 7 hours ago. Something had to be done about the Ono Sendai over-heating. He bent over on his office chair to reach for a fan he had left on the floor last night, when something punched him twice in the back, hard. Warmth spread across his back. Then pain. Then, as abruptly as turning off the lights in a room, Martin's life ended with two long range rifle bullets in his back.
The room was silent now, save for the struggling cooling fan inside the Ono Sendai. Soon it would fail to keep the deck cool. For now, however, inside the matrix, the data was still pulsing out of the node. Rhythmical animations visualizing the flow of data as it leaves the exposed data node.
The Children of the Forest would often play on a field made of glass. Some were clumsy and dimwitted and would fall upon their ass. The glass was hot like molten rock but the children paid no heed. For their love affair with everywhere would place them in their(more) steed. The steed I say to your dismay was the dragons of long ago. These dragons of fancy flew through the sky and had hearts made of charcoal. Now the cores that be of these fabulous steeds of a time so long ago, would spark the eyes of these young minds oh this I'm sure I know. But one day came where a dragon would claim that the forest belong to them, so he swooped and swallowed 'till the others had followed and the dragons had their day.(less)
The Sunday morning crowd at Starbucks entered in fits and starts around 6 AM. Sal walked in without her husband. No one said anything, perhaps he slept in for some reason. Each bought their drinks and settled into their usual chairs that time had assigned to them. As the(more) group was melting into the morning, someone asked Sal about her husband.
"Oh," she started. "He died yesterday. Heart attack took him just like that."(less)
All he could see were the overhead lights of the boxing arena. A hand kept coming in an out of his periphery. "One…two…three…four," the ref was saying. The crowd was going crazy. His coach came over. He spoke into the middleweights ear, "kid, I always told ya, ya had the(more) heart of tiger, but it turns out, ya had a glass heart all along." (less)