Broken Mirror Hard To Mend Novelas e Histórias

I could feel it—its walls vibrating softly, its breath rising in the dust motes around me. And then—I stood. I knew where I needed to go. The mirror room. *** It was just as I remembered. Shattered glass still scattered the floor like frozen stars. The large mirror was gone—exploded in a curse-breaking storm. But along the far wall… stood a smaller one. Unbroken. Framed in tarnished silver. Covered with a thin sheet of white silk. My hands shook as I stepped forward. I hadn’t looked into a mirror since that night.

Iron and Ash The chamber tilted. A wind with no source curled around our ankles, nosed under our armor, tasted our spines. The black veins in the stone brightened, feeding light into the pedestal until the Mirror’s surface bloomed with starless shine. I could feel it hunting for a seam, a crack in us where its edge could slide and pry. It found me. Because I am where the seams are. I hold them, I make them, I mend them. Seam is another word for bond.

The Hall dimmed. When I opened my eyes, the figure in the mirrors was gone. But I could still feel him. Watching. Waiting. Kairos placed one hand on the mirror that had shattered earlier. “Help me find the exit.” The mirror flickered under his touch. For a moment, it showed a small ripple of light. A path. I whispered, “I can open it, but it will hurt.” “Do it.” I pressed my palm to the mirror. Silver light spilled out like thin threads. They crawled under the cracks, pulling them apart in slow stretches that made the glass groan.

The chairs and wardrobe pushed aside to accommodate its thick gilded frame; a large mirror had been propped against the bedroom wall. Ancient symbols scrawled over its reflective surface, it hummed with the lines of a spell that was being spoken in a long dead tongue. The glass beginning to reverberate from the collective force of the enchantment, it shuddered violently in the confines of its wooden support for some time. A faint ringing eventually heard emerging from the mirror. It was abruptly followed by the harsh pang of cracks forming across its surface.

One of the mirrors was completely broken and was shattered into many pieces and could be found on different parts of the floor and sink. As I moved, the things crunched under my shoes making painful sounds. The other mirror was damaged as well but still in one piece with many cracks. The light in the bathroom was so dim and dark it took some time to adjust my vision but after every minute it would flicker. In the rear back there was a bathtub near the corner with a lot of black dried up in it. Now if it was blood or something else, I couldn’t tell and I had no interest either, there was a lot already on my mind that was making my head hurt.

’ I say as Edmond comes to sit beside me. ‘I love you mate’ I tell him as I stare up at him, right through his eyes. ‘I love you too a billion times’ he says as he devours my mouth. My life is so full now and I would never exchange this for nothing in the world. If there is one thing I have learnt, it is that nothing really is impossible because if a broken Pieces of a heart could be fixed, then everything can be fixed once you find the right people. The end.

He had broken her to the core. To her it was so hard to be mended, when a bottle of wine falls to the floor shattering in to tiny pieces, the glasses can't be put together and even if you managed to collect the wine from there; it will be hard to drink it. She was that glass shattered beyond repair.

“When the mirror has gap, there is a possibility that the mirror is two-way. It means that there might be the back of it can be seen by others from there to here.” “Hmmm… I have not thought of it.” Her eyes got curious. “Let’s see what it is in there.” “Like this.” I held the rim of the mirror side by side and pushed it gently and tried to raised it upward but it was quite heavy though so I decided not to continue. “This seems heavy, Yana.” “Why don’t we do this both?” Yana suggested. We held the mirror together and pulled it and it started to crack. “Amina, my goodness. The mirror gets cracked.” Yana exclaimed.

I open the bathroom's door and take a look inside the room and like i thought the mirror is now on the floor, he shattered it into pieces, just like he did to me. I sat down on the floor, my eyes fixated on the broken glass, i try to gather the pieces together to make it a whole but it didn't work. A tear trickle down my cheek as i realize that no matter how much i try to pull myself together, to glue the pieces, it won't work, i will stay broken, I will never be a whole again. **FLASHBACK** Few days ago.. I opened my eyes slowly, a yawn escaped my lips as i tiredly rubbed my eyes.

I'm gonna break the glass. " I'm sorry, Grandpa. I need to do this." I lifted my hands and broke the mirror with all the energy and strength I got inside me. The glass shattered with a loud noise. The crack in one mirror gone up and all the mirror in the room shattered at the same time. I held my hands over my head to protect myself from getting hurt from the mirror pieces.