Bare Reflections Novels & Stories

She was preparing to deliver her final killing blow, urging the courts to make an example of me, the social degenerate. Then it happened. The giant screen behind her flickered. Without warning, the giant LCD screen behind her flickered and changed. Her tear-streaked face disappeared from the screen. A black player interface took its place. Moments later, a crystal-clear audio recording blared through the speakers, reaching every corner of the hall and every livestream. The voices in the recording belonged to two people.

I blew a frustrated puff of air towards my face, attempting to atleast see through the hair scattered on my face, as soon as I did that my gaze landed on an umbrella tucked in the corner of my room, my body stilled, I swallowed hard as I raised my hands to my hair and combed it backwards immediately, I gingerly walked towards it and slowly squatted in front it, I lifted the umbrella up turning it in my hands staring at it, it’s faded colors and worn handle stood out to me, *”In a world where there’s so many voices, you should be strong willed enough to find your own voice,” “Go home,” “Tomorrow is a new day, Don't let the darkness of today overshadow the brightness of tomorrow."* I dropped t

Something popped up like a fish in the water, coming to land face down on his fingers. A tablet. He grabbed it and brought his bare feet up to lay back on the bed. A single glance at the screen was enough to catch his attention. He didn’t stop to consider Silvia hadn’t left it there for him to read—she’d just forgotten all about it in the rush of hormones after seeing him half-naked. It was there, so he read. Hear them calling from their nevermore land Walking dead souls, lost in regret and deceit Just much and more and faithless

If I don’t get some air soon, I might pass out right here between the marble counters and the industrial stove. So I do what any sane person would do I sneak out the side door I spotted earlier and step into the garden. And oh — it’s… beautiful. Not in the soft, whimsical way you’d expect from a cozy backyard, but in that sharp, curated, money-has-no-limits kind of way. Tall hedges trimmed with military precision. Stone pathways that wind like veins through the green. Flowers I can’t even name but know cost more than my monthly rent. I wander a little, breathing in deep.

Trapped in a monotonous, thankless routine of housework, her light had faded. She had stared at her exhausted reflection so many times until even she had started to believe she wasn't worth anything and she didn't deserve anything beautiful. But now, luxury wrapped itself around her like a long-lost lover. She stood in front of a full-length mirror, staring at her reflection as Isisa's voice filled the room with admiration. "Ms. Jones, you are absolutely stunning." Elara turned her head. Her eyes met Leonard's, where he sat in his wheelchair, silently watching her.

“If you make one more Scooby-Doo reference, I will shove that scroll somewhere anatomically impressive.” He grins. “Zoinks.” I stifle a laugh. For a moment, it helps. We turn from the mirror. But as we walk away, its surface ripples behind us—quiet, subtle—like water catching moonlight. It doesn’t reflect our backs. It reflects a battlefield. One painted in silver. And blood.

I said at the door. As I stepped out of the hostel front gate, fresh cool breeze blew on my face as I walked down to the auditorium silently with my air pod in my ears listening to my favourite music end game by Taylor swift. Then some one tapped me lightly on my shoulders and I turned.. "You startled me, what do u want". "I'm Daniel sorry, I don't mean any harm" he said giving me one handsome smile that sent butterflies down my belly.... "Emm... I'm Mirabel I said stammering.

I said to call out to her and she turned around. "Hey come on in." She said opening up the door so I can walk in right behind her. "I hope this is something you're looking for, it's not much . " She said as she turned on the lights, making the room light up. I looked around the room seeing that it was a lot different from what I was thinking. Seeing that there were six large floor to ceiling mirrors going down the wall. Then looking at the floor, it was hard wood . I was quite pleased that it was still very freshly waxed. I walked further into the room looking around. The ceilings weren't high but they weren't really low either. I walked around the room and then I finally turned to Gina.

Their reflections both perfect and distorted all stares back at them. “Even the roofs are covered with mirrors,” Cara said as she sees herself from above. “Wait there shouldn’t be a roof here. The maze is not covered when I saw it back there in Grizzlebark’s canopy.” “Like what the pigeon said Van the air here is made to deceive,” Alice added.

I can't even hold onto a relationship without it falling apart. I spit into the sink, looking down at the froth with a sneer. Why can't I scrub away the worst parts of me? Why can't I be a better friend to Christine, Gabrielle, and Johnathan? Am I destined to be the villain in this sick and twisted story? I wash away the dirty remnants of dirt down the drain. I leave the room without a glance at the mirror. I don't even deserve to see what state I am currently in. I slide across the floor until I enter my haven.