A Stranger in the Looking Glass
"The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own," were the last words She ever said to me. It was a dark and quiet night when my phone rang, and I jolted awake to answer it. I checked the caller ID and saw that it was Serina, an old friend from high school. I answered with a groggy "Hello?" but instead of a greeting, I was met with a strange, unsettling sound that I couldn't place at first. It sounded like a mixture of laughter and sobbing, as if she was on the brink of a breakdown.
It Lurks Among the Pine
As I write this, the mountains seem so dark and damp from the freshly fallen snow; too early in the season to settle on the forest floor. Incandescent yellows and fiery orange leaves climb the mountainside in broad strokes among the primarily piney wood.