Bare Reflections Novelas e Histórias

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

Anticipation. The mirror’s surface ripples once, twice. The glass loses its sheen and takes on depth, the way night does at the lip of a forest. For a heartbeat I see the room reflected, the crib, the chair, my face, Blake’s, and then all that is replaced by a stair that wasn’t there before, a spiral carved out of absence, each step limned in a very old kind of light that isn’t light at all. Tara breathes, reverent.

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.

"Elara's face? I'd give it a 97 out of 100. Don't ask me why, but when I saw her at a red light while riding my motorcycle, I took off my helmet just to get a clearer look. Got three points deducted for that." "She's so gorgeous! God damn! Why is my screen so dirty? Let me lick it clean!" "Casting a spell for you! Abracadabra, the gold medal belongs to Elara!"

“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.

"Emm... I'm Mirabel I said stammering. "Mira, nice name...are u a fresher? He asked looking me over from head to toe. "Of course, I'm even going to the auditorium for my last clearance. "Ohh, thought as much with the files on your hands, I'm walking towards that side. "Alright" I said clutching the files was holding on my chest as I caught him staring at my breasts. "Hope you don't mind me showing you around later, anytime you are chanced?

was the last thing I heard her say before slipping to the back of my mind. Going up the stairs to the bathroom to dress for bed, after finishing in the bathroom by candlelight I dressed in an old wore out t-shirt that fell mild thigh and a black bra and panties. Pulling my long light brown curly hair up in a high bun on top of my head making it look like a pineapple. With the moonlight shining in the window, my skin glowed like a honey color making my green eye and large tattoos look different, and out of place due to the fact that I'm five seven. Taking a looking at myself in the mirror thinking how I have changed physically and mentally, before crawling into bed saying to myself in a whisp

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.