An empty glass. Something most people would not turn their attention to. The glass would watch life go on through its clear rounds, wishing someone would fill it. To take it in their hand, and then to their lips. To drink away its fresh contents that the same hand had filled it with. When that hand has had its fill, it will leave some behind. That thin film of liquid that never seems to come off the bottom of the glass.1
This is the glass' dream. To be carried and cared for. Instead, it feels broken as if it has hit the hard wooden floor, and shattered into a million pieces. The glass feels that if it could just get the courage to slide off the edge of the table, that maybe it would be best.2
To die an empty glass.3
What this glass doesn't know is that once the high pitched crashing sound is made, the room will stand still, and all will turn their attention to the broken pieces being swept away. They will wonder "Who owned that glass?"4
No one would ever say "I did."5
A new glass will be brought into the old one's place. Except this glass would be cared for. Filled to the rim and brought to lips, just as the glass wanted now.6
The glass thinks of all these things as it nears the edge. It holds its breath. Then suddenly, it feels the grasp of a hand. Soon after the sound of pouring liquid fills the glass' ears as it looks up at its acceptor. The sweet smell of a drink entering into it was cool and soothing, something th eglass had not felt for a long time. The hand that holds it now lifts it up. The cool air feels fresh and keeps the liquid cold inside. It can smell clearly the ecstasy of a bouquet of flowers that the acceptor is holding for a special someone in his other hand. Roses it seems. A reassuring smell indeed. The glass is brought to the lips, tipped slightly to let the liquid flow in.7
The glass is in shock and awe as it is carried with care to a new place. It feels a new sense of life. As it is placed on a counter near the sink with other glasses that have shared this same feeling, it feels free of all other thoughts except for it's acceptor who now walks away.8
The glass smiles to itself, knowing that he has left that thin film of liquid that never seems to come off the bottom of the glass.
A contest entry
- Do You Want That Rose? by On.Cue.
225 points, ended March 3, 2007, 15 entries
• next story in this contest, remove from contest - Short Shorts by Delfishie.
175 points, ended April 7, 2007, 15 entries
Honorable mention
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wow this is great you should really make a bunch of stories and put them in to a book
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hmmm...
half full ? half empty ?
it's not even my f_in cup
nv
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ooh, i loved it.
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excellent
I'm surprised you didn't enter this in a previous contest about personifying inanimate objects. Because this bit? Totally would have won.
I enjoyed reading this. You definitely have a unique perspective in this story and you worked it well in your writing.
I loved the last line, and I hate to criticize it, but....You used the word 'glass' twice in the same sentence, and that bugged. I have no idea how you would fix it, though. Perhaps substituting the first 'glass' for the pronoun 'it' instead? I don't know.
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Ecxellently done and perfect imagery and flow.
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wow wow this was very nice i agree with everyone on this nice I NEVER LOOKED AT A GLASS LIKE THAT i really did enjoy reading this good job and keep up the good work
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I've never looked at a glass like this before. Very interesting exercise in writing
I only stumbled once "A new glass will be brought into the old one's place. Except this glass would be cared for. Filled to the rim and brought to lips as it is cared for." The use of cared for in the second sentence....maybe another term instead of repeating it from the first sentence?
Over all I really liked it. Reminds me somewhat of an artist doing a still life?
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The rose part wasn't that noticeable but at least you included it in there.
You had interesting ways of separating your sentences...some are pretty choppy. You didn't have any grammatical or spelling errors [from what I noticed] and that's uber good =]
Haha, this is an unique story considering that it is centered around a glass...you should enter this into my other contest =D -
Beautiful personification!!!!!!
THis is the first time that I've seen a glass personified..
The old glass-new glas thing is... well, relatable when it comes to insecurities, IMHO. YOu really made a glass come alive in this piece. Beautiful, beautiful... I don't think I'd want to be a glass in my next life... ANd I don't think I would look at a glass the same way again Thank you so much for this 
I really enjoyed it
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Amazingly well written!
I never thought a story about an empty glass could be so emotional!
Wow, this was absolutely magnificent! The wording, the description, the detail, everything was done to perfection!
An extremely unique write, short yet captivating in its own unique way!
Wonderful job! Keep up the good work!
Yrs.
Azaradelle.
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Wow, this is actually pretty good. I mean like, it's diffrent in a good way because you never see anyone write about a glass. Like, it's a challenging thing to do and you nailed it. Keep it up, I really liked it. And some people might think like "That's stupid to write about a glass." But what they don't know is that when you do write about an object, it challenges your mind to go ways you've never gone before. Once again, Bravo for this interesting piece of work.
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Very nice use of metaphor. Sometimes it's better to talk about humanity's condition in a less obvious medium. I enjoyed it. You did have some typos and such, but nothing major. Most sane people probably wouldn't have noticed. Good work; keep it up.
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oh my goodness. This was just great. The metaphors and the wow... just everything.
I LOVED IT!!!
A bit of typos, but no problem.
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