The Haunted Arcturus Station
Arcturus Station was a research facility situated on the edge of the galaxy. It was a place where the brightest minds in science and technology came together to unravel the mysteries of the universe. The team at Arcturus Station had spent months studying an ancient alien artifact they had discovered on a nearby planet. The artifact was unlike anything they had ever seen before, with intricate patterns etched onto its surface and an otherworldly glow emanating from within.
Reflections of Terror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. At first, I thought it was just a trick of the light or perhaps a smudge on the glass. But as I leaned in closer, I realized that the figure staring back at me was someone else entirely.Mohamed JakkathPublished about an hour ago in Fiction
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A Letter to The Next One
"The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own." That is what you will believe at first and maybe until the very last moment. So, as I write this letter sitting in front of the mirror you came across, I think of two things: the first moment my eyes laid upon my reflection and the second, the realization of a strange truth that the mirror holds. And as I listen to the slow creaking footsteps behind me, I wonder, I wonder, I wonder…Kat KocheryanPublished about 4 hours ago in Fiction
White Washed Walls
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own.Caroline JanePublished about 6 hours ago in Fiction
In Search of Narnia
At the age of seven, George Wade had read The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe and for the remainder of his childhood, he had searched for the crisp white snow and forests of Narnia, rummaging in wardrobes for an escape.Matthew BathamPublished about 7 hours ago in Fiction
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. It was me before the fire left me with a melted, scarred, hideous face. I’ve been told, I was lucky to have survived the fire. Not the word, I would have used.Kathryn LaboshPublished about 8 hours ago in Fiction
Mrs. Ackers' Gift
*** Violence and Restraint depicted*** “The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own!” The old woman looks more frightened than an octogenarian should ever have to appear.Roy Stevens
Artemis 9: Part 9
While I fixed my hair and robes, Astaria walked over to an ornate chest at the far end of the room. It seemed to be made of a dark wood that was highly polished and covered in sparkling silver stars.Arthur Armstrong
Out of Phase
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. It was me, just not the me, who happened to be standing in front of the mirror at that moment. It was a different me. One in which I had a worried look, in which I looked confused, unsure of what was happening. I was wearing a different shirt, it was one that I own, the one with the top button missing.Steve Lance
World of Robots
Robots have been a part of science fiction for centuries, but in recent years they have become a reality. They are no longer just a figment of our imagination, but a tangible presence in our world. From manufacturing to healthcare, robots are now a critical component of various industries. They are being designed to help us in a variety of ways and are even starting to perform tasks that were previously thought to be the exclusive domain of human beings.
Reflections of Fear
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Yet, it seemed to hold a strange allure that drew me in, an inexplicable familiarity that sent shivers down my spine. The old mirror had a rich history that had been passed down through generations. I inherited the mirror from my grandmother, who had warned me of its strange powers. I had always dismissed her warnings as mere superstition, but, as I peered into the mirror, I could not help but feel a sense of unease wash over me.