Honey This Mirror Isn't Big Enough Novels & Stories

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.

From my position, I can clearly see the entire living room since our house is just fairly small, but enough for 5 people under 5“7’. When I realized that the noise was not coming from behind but in front of me, a scream escaped my mouth as I felt myself being pulled INSIDE the mirror. MY GUTS ARE RIGHT THAT THIS WAS A WEIRD-ASS MIRROR!! I fought my mom to not buy this since it gives me the chills, but of course! You can never waste a good sale. After what felt like years of falling from nothing, I finally felt the impact of the ground on my back. I was actually expecting some ‘wobbly’ feeling while I was sucked into the mirror.

I whispered, my voice quivering. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Hyna said, her voice a soft whisper in my mind. "It is," I admitted, transfixed by my own reflection. After a few moments, the glowing stopped and I was back to my old self. The mirror reflected my normal appearance once again, as if nothing had happened. Suddenly, I was hit with a wave of pain in my abdomen. I screamed, and the mirror in front of me shattered, shards of glass flying in all directions. I felt disoriented, and I tried to reach out to Hyna, but there was no response.

“Oh, Goddess, at least four? There is the one in the packhouse basement, one in their new house, and one over on the other side of the pack town. But this was the first one, the one he built by himself. Well, mostly by himself. I helped.” “You helped?” “Yes. I went around to pack members and asked them for their mirrors,” he explains, nodding at the wall of closet mirrors mounted side-by-side to create one giant mirror. “Wesley was going to replace it with an actual dance studio mirror, but Haven wanted to keep it the way he designed it. And of course, I felt that was a wise decision since I put so much effort into finding all those mirrors.” “Well, we’ll have to keep it like this, then,” I

It slapped its head back on and, turning into a dark mist, whisked me away to the city's heart. However, as I tried to leave, it snaked a tentacle around my leg. My brow furrowed. What was that about? A problem with the payment? It tilted its head, looking more menacing by the second, its fangs flashing a warning. I quickly realized it wanted more, so I conjured up a hefty tip, and just like that, the tentacle was gone, and the haunt even cracked a toothy grin. Go figure. With a relieved exhale, I dashed for the largest haven in Zephyr City: the government building.

and gave me the smallest room. Some future. I lock the door behind me, slump against it, and exhale. In the cracked mirror above my dresser, a girl stares back at me. Dark curls escaping their tie. Honey-brown skin smudged with dirt. Faint circles under her eyes from too many late nights washing dishes after everyone else is done celebrating. Her eyes, though… for a second, they shimmer gold. I blink. The shimmer disappears. “See?” I tell my reflection. “You’re hallucinating now. Great.”

"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.

“It shows my reflection… but the eyes are wrong. Blue. Ice blue. And when I flip it over, it says, ‘Nothing is what it seems to be.’” That gets their attention. Even Parker stops rocking his chair. “Magic?” Sonia asks. “Very old magic,” I say, my voice low. “I thought… maybe you should see it too.” I lift the mirror carefully and angle it toward Sonia first. The silver catches the candlelight, glinting faintly. “Here.” She leans forward, brushing her hair away from her face, and peers into it. Her brow furrows. “I don’t see anything.” I blink. “What do you mean?”