Erika Ravnsborg is a writer/blogger/adventurer/explorer living in Canada. Her goal is to travel all over the world and write amazing stories about it. Find more of her adventures at https://www.magicalstoriestoshare.com/
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It was a ghastly rendition of what could be me but something dark and twisted that took on my skin. The eyes were the same lake blue but lifeless and without emotion. My black hair that is normally voluminous wavy is stringy and limp on this reflection. The skin on its face was pale and sickly like it belonged on a dead girl.
When Lilacs Bloom
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Could this be that spring is here at last? Twyla looks to those clouds and knows that it will only be a matter of days before she will see some wildflowers out on the farm. Perhaps the lilacs will finally bloom. Sadly, there is one stipulation. Twyla remembers as she lays in her bed watching the clouds form and move. She must fall in love before a single bud will emerge.