Horror
The Boomerang Lounge
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. My splotched complexion - a mix of last night's make-up and cracked lips- running on minimal sleep and Adderall, a face I avoided most mornings as if that would somehow help hide the way I'd been living, had vanished.
By K. C. Wexlarabout a year ago in Fiction
The antique mirror
She looked in the mirror and found someone else. Sara had always been fascinated with the antique mirror that hung in her family living room. She used to spent hours staring at herself wondering what secrets the mirror held. One day as she was staring into the mirror she noticed something strange. It was as if the mirror was shimmering, almost came into life and starts to call her name in low pitched voice.
By syeda samra about a year ago in Fiction
Picky Vicky
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. It was a mermaid. Another mermaid. My twelfth one that shift at the Scales and Booty booth where I sold Booty and beauty. That year, the Starling Pirate Festival featured adult beverages to boost sales. Charcuteries, too. It was like printing money.
By Nicky Franklyabout a year ago in Fiction
What's Behind My Face
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. It wasn't a mirror, really. Not your typical glass mirror. They don't give prisoners glass mirrors for obvious reasons. The highly polished stainless-steel reflection on the cabinet above the sink in my cell is as clear as a glass mirror, almost. It was always good enough to shave and floss and keep a clean face. That’s one of the unspoken rules of prison life; keeping clean. Even people on death row take care of themselves. Yeah. I'm on death row.
By Jason J. Marchiabout a year ago in Fiction
Mirror, mirror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. But I knew that was the likely possibility when I purchased it. I had seen enough mirrors that only reflected my ugly mug; I was searching for something entirely different. I gazed into my newest acquisition after breakfast.
By David Ferreiraabout a year ago in Fiction
The Haunted Cabin in the Woods
It was a dark and stormy night, and a group of friends were gathered around a campfire, sharing ghost stories. One of the friends, John, had a story to share that he had heard from a local about an abandoned cabin in the forest.
By muzammil khalidabout a year ago in Fiction
Heiress. Runner-Up in Broken Mirror Challenge.
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. Everyone said I had my grandmother’s green eyes. I had grown up hearing it my entire life, first from my mother when she would tuck me into bed with a bedtime story. Then from my nurse, Mabel, after mother died. Mabel had more wrinkles than my taffeta dress after the day I slipped out of the garden and skipped lessons to go swimming in the family pond. In fact, it had been Mabel who caught me and took a switch to my bottom until I promised never to roam off the estate again. But the dress was never the same. Neither was I.
By Allison Baggott-Roweabout a year ago in Fiction