A Mirror Mended Novels & Stories

Chapter 41 "We're talking. We're talking, all right?" Elis asked, nodding relentlessly. "We're patching things up. I know I made a mistake. I should have known my place at that time." He didn't answer her and only gave off a heavy sigh, staring at the dull walls emptily while she continued to explain herself.

I did a good job, too, because it lay hidden there until my sophomore year when one phone call stripped those masks away, laying bare the Truth so I could see myself for what I was. *** As maybe you can imagine I avoid mirrors as much as possible. Can’t be managed all the time, obviously. I do have to shave, comb my hair and brush my teeth occasionally. There’s also the rear-view mirror in my cab, too. That’s somehow the worst. It focuses on my eyes. Everyone’s heard it by now. It’s used in countless stories, poems and movies when someone wants to sound insightful. Eyes are the windows to the soul. Cliché, but remarkably apt. I hate looking into my eyes. They’re dead and flat, which spooks m

It was only after I had thrown the work that I realised I had made a very terrible mistake because also doing so I tried to place the mirror back where I had taken it from since I always kept it with me and then I realised something that immediately made my brother to go and cold I have not heard from you for a walk and it was the mirror that have been gifted to me by both my mother and grandmother instantly and looked at the paper that was rushing slowly and lucky with shallow as well. I quickly got into it, scampering madly for that mirror and when I was done bathing myself and soaking up from head to toe I was finally able to find it but by the time I had plugged it up to the bank of the

he muttered. Maddox vs. Maddox This fight was slower. Deadlier. The mirror-Maddox didn’t speak. Just watched. Judged. “You want her to love you,” it finally said. “But you’ve never forgiven yourself for not saving your mate.” Maddox nodded once. “True.” Then, he stepped forward and embraced his reflection. “I forgive you.” The mirror screamed—fractured—and crumbled to ash. Ava vs. The Echo The room shook.

They tricked Warren and made him confuse today’s dismemberment case with the one from fifteen years ago. Today’s crime happened in the middle of the night. But when Warren talked about pulling the curtains and using a mirror to watch outside, he was actually describing the case from fifteen years ago. The mirror itself was just an ordinary mirror. It was the kind of mirror used in rural homes many years ago. What made it important was that it came from the original crime scene fifteen years ago. It was one of the few pieces of evidence found back then. A partial thumbprint was lifted from it, but the suspect was never found.

She’d sneak them back to the trunk in the morning. The book was old, with patterns engraved into the leather cover and there were burn marks around the edges, too. Like someone tried to burn the book. Gemma shook her head and tucked the brown leather book away in the spacious cavity. The ornate mirror was harder to handle because of its weight, and Gemma was more careful with it. But she wanted a closer look at it. Its frame looked like silver. Evan was correct. The mirror’s reflection was off. She could not see her own image in it. Gemma needed to concentrate and stare hard into the glass to make out anything.

I think he has just said goodbye to the bandage, because he won't need it again. We reach where the mirror is, engraved on the wall with a gold coated frame. He stands in front of it and admires what he sees. There is no wound and there is no pain. I'm standing right behind him and our reflections in the mirror meet and we smile at each other. Then he turns around and faces me.

Cara explained to everyone, “the mirrors that show false reflections have ill effects on our mind. Do avoid them at all cost. If not, simply think of something that will made you proud of yourself and the curse will break. But Van here has other ways of resisting the curse.” “It is dumb luck actually,” Van replied. “But we still have no idea how to get out of here,” Don interrupted. Cara gives them a rare smile. “You are forgetting what the pigeon said, follow only what’s real. What do you think it means?” And it hits Van. There are other mirrors here that show true reflections, not idealized illusions. “We will reach the end of the maze by following the normal mirrors,” Alice replied. “You’

Staring at the mirrored wall. His reflection? Shattered.

The room spun slightly from the abrupt movement, but I pushed through, hurrying to the adjoining bathroom. I brushed my teeth furiously, the minty foam bubbling as I scrubbed, glancing at my reflection in the mirror to see that my auburn hair was a wild mess. Hissing, I stripped and stepped into the shower, steam filling the air as I soaped up and rinsed off in record time.