Honey This Mirror Isn't Big Enough Novels & Stories

"Little brother, what about me helping you with your work? Um....are you making a science project or somethin' like that? Then, I sure can help you." "And I sure you can't," replied Mahone. "How do you know that?" "I am exploring optical illusion. I am trying to make an infinite mirror and of course it's very hard," he continued to speak smugly. "At least I need a few weeks to finish it, because I haven't found all the equipments, like....I bought some plexiglass sheets named polycarbonate. They are good company's, you know. They looked clear in the shop, but when I checked them in my room, they kinda seemed opaque, the hell! I bet the shopkeeper was selling secondhand goods, just showing of

He was smirking now, feeling my wetness from behind. "I want you to watch yourself cum, through the mirror Lori. Can you do that for me? You're so wet already, you fucking want this don't you? You like me having do dirty things to you, don't you? Answer me." He was looking at me through the mirror, waiting for my answers.

"Little brother, what about me helping you with your work? Um....are you making a science project or somethin' like that? Then, I sure can help you." "And I sure you can't," replied Mahone. "How do you know that?" "I am exploring optical illusion. I am trying to make an infinite mirror and of course it's very hard," he continued to speak smugly. "At least I need a few weeks to finish it, because I haven't found all the equipments, like....I bought some plexiglass sheets named polycarbonate. They are good company's, you know. They looked clear in the shop, but when I checked them in my room, they kinda seemed opaque, the hell! I bet the shopkeeper was selling secondhand goods, just showing of

“But on the inside, the merchant built the walls and pillars with a unique chemical similar to a mirror. It will reflect, so don’t get scared of your reflections and shadows. “ Host Hook grinned like he was telling some hilarious comedy, and when no one responded to his comedy, he closed his mouth and opened the door to the mirror maze. Though no one minded his warnings, he reminded, “Try to stick together. Don’t wander alone.“ “That would be fun to see millions of me!“ Adrianna was amazed, without knowing the genuine horror waiting for everyone inside. Mrtyu was the last to enter the door, followed by Aaron. After that, Host Hook closed the door winking at Aaron, “I will wait for you all at

If one had good judgment, one would be able to buy genuine stuff. Otherwise, one would only be able to buy fake goods. However, wanting to find genuine goods was like looking for a needle in a haystack… When Xyla wandered close to a small stall in the middle of the market, a bronze mirror covered with patina caught her attention. This bronze mirror was twice as big as the average bronze mirror, and the thickness was also twice as thick as the average bronze mirror. There was also a line of a gap in the center. It looked like two large mirrors grouped.

I saw my own lips full like ripe berries, while my eyes sparkled alluringly. As I looked closer, my heart stopped. Deep in my pupils, a golden, hexagonal honeycomb pattern slowly emerged! The pattern was contracting and breathing like a living parasite in my eyes. I raised my hand in terror to cover my face, but a strange tingling sensation came from my fingertips, as if countless invisible, tiny tentacles were about to burst through my skin. The person in the mirror was laughing, but all I wanted to do was scream. My mother gently pushed me out of the shop, her warm palm leaving a mark on my back. Her voice slithered into my ears like a snake's tongue. "Go! Feel it rushing through you. Find

"Piper you need to come see this" Wait what?! I push through Lyra and step into my room. My mouth hangs open as I look around. It's completely spotless. Everything is where it is supposed to be, my books are on my shelf in the right order, my perfume bottles and deodorants are on the top in the same place they always are. But the weirdest part is, my mirror isn't broken. I closely examine it, there's not a crack, not a single chip. And it's not like the person could have just switched it for a different mirror, this mirror is a one of a kind with its royal blue silk frame, and black lace covering that, plus on the edge of the mirror there's the stain of Lyra red lipstick lip print.

Bare stone floors, shelves that held nothing but dust, and in the center of the far wall: A mirror. Seven feet tall. Ornate frame twisted with iron and blackened gold, shaped like thorns or vines. It didn’t shimmer. Didn’t reflect. The glass was dull, dark. Waiting. Theo stepped beside her, breath shallow. “That’s the one.” She nodded. “From the sketch.” They moved closer. Sloane stood directly in front of it. She should have seen herself. She should have seen both of them. But the glass was black.

Even though I can't see her but I know she was not watching the show and her gaze is fixed on me only. "Dude are you possessed?" Hredhaan asked making me shocked. "What? Possessed?" "Yeah, you keep glancing on that black mirror and are smiling like a fool. Which sane person will do that?" Of course, they will think like that after all the mirror is see-through from only one side. "It's a see-through mirror from one side. I need to assure her that I am fine." I cleared his confusion looking at the black glass beside me. "Chubby Cheeks?" Arjun enquired.

EPISODE 1 — THE MIRROR The mirror hangs on the dressing room wall, framed in silver so heavy two men would struggle to move it from its mount. In the coffee shop where Mira’s life ended, the only mirrors were the small, smudged squares above the bathroom sinks — scratched with initials and hearts, reflecting faces tired from work and worry. Here, this glass is perfect, polished to a clarity that shows not just reflections but the faint ghost of what was there before. The silver frame carries cold like a block of ice pulled from winter water, and when she presses her palm against it, the metal leaves white marks on her skin that take seconds to fade.