Honey This Mirror Isn't Big Enough Novels & Stories

There had to have been a glitch somewhere. "Just do it again." I snarled. The mirror sighed. It took a moment which I guessed was its way of doing a reading on who the fairest maiden was. Then its face glowed followed by a low chime. A smirk appeared on the mirror's face. "Guess what. Not an error in the read after all." My face tightened into a grimace. I had a problem believing that somehow Snow (the cookie monster of a child) had managed to become the fairest maiden. There had to have been some dark magic in play.

“Remember this: the mirror shows what is true. It shows what it wants. When you seek, be simple. One question. One answer. No bargains. No lies.” A watcher named Jorin put his palm to the black glass and whispered the name of a lost child he wanted to find. The mirror breathed and showed a small face, sleeping under a rock. Jorin’s eyes filled and he stepped away. “Good,” I said. “We will use the mirror to map. Not to bargain. Not to hunt power. It is a tool.” Night came and the castle lit with low fires. I walked the battlements and listened to the patrols. I felt the kingdom move. It was like an animal shifting in sleep. Small muscles tightened. It would wake with speed.

I wheeze and wipe the tears from my cheeks, “this definitely is a first. Never thought I’d see a demon admiring himself and calling himself sexy. You’re something else, my friend.” As I slip my phone back in the pocket, Ragh looks disappointed, so I wink at him, “I’ll buy you a small mirror you can carry around and admire yourself whenever you please.” “Mirror,” he hums but clearly doesn’t understand the meaning behind the word. “Yeah, it’s a tiny flat object you can carry around wherever you go and look at yourself. Don’t break your brain thinking about what it means, alright? I’ll explain it when I get one for you.”

"Honey please put on my tie." The scream made Shaquelle stare down the stairs. The woman chuckled irritably, how could Jerry scream while his son was still asleep in his sleep. Immediately Shaquelle ran towards the stairs and into the room. And look at Jerry standing in front of the mirror, rolling his shirt sleeves up to his elbows.

"But you're just an insect. Don't try to step on my toes, okay? You’ll get crushed." Ben stared at the boy in the mirror. The thing was sickeningly confident, and it made his blood boil. But those hooded eyes showed no traces of ignorance or stupidity. They made him feel like a helpless child, they stared right through him. He gripped the useless magnets tight like a safety blanket. He wanted to throw them at his jeering face. "Bugs can be poisonous, for one." Tyler taught him that. “And for two, it’s a little hard to step on a stupid mirrors toes, it doesn’t have any.”

The waist-high full-length mirror wobbled for quite a while, capturing the reflection of Candice in its unsteady gaze. The mirror reflected her pale face, a slender neck, and clothes that used to fit well but now appeared loose on her. Candice stared at the seemingly lifeless woman in the mirror, shocked. Her pupils trembled uncontrollably, and she instinctively reached out to touch the reflection in the mirror. Was this really her? Why did she look so terrible? She didn’t feel sick, but she looked awful. Candice stood in front of the mirror for a long time, trying to understand her current appearance and the reasons behind the change.

Fatty Wang thought for a moment and said, "Well, the last time you took back a broken mirror and put it away for half a year. Nobody asked for it. Just use it." Then he took out an ancient mirror from the counter. It was the size of a palm, and there was a handle about ten centimeters long behind it. It looked very old in bronze, but it was not made of copper. Niuer said, "Fatty, how can you get this mirror out? It may be a good thing." "Impossible, you bought it by just 50 yuan. I have marked it 100 yuan for half a year, but nobody wants it. How could it be a good thing?"

“Well, we have to adjourn now and then perhaps go back and see what it reveals.” They headed towards the middle of the mirror. This one was even taller — almost as wide as the niche, and of ten feet in height and made like a door. The doors had no frame, but rather, they were only a mere sliver of stone that shone like glass. In contrast, it was dark like any of the others but did not seem to represent anything. But this slightly opened a new topic with Serakha itself stepping in front of it. “There’s nothing there.”

They weren’t real. But little did I know that time, I’d be experiencing those in a literal way. Like, seriously. In a gut-wrenching, stomach-twisting literal way. And it all started when I brought an artifact back in my place. The six-foot-tall mirror looked classic, ancient, but it didn’t scream precious. For starters, the frame wasn’t gilded. It was made of metal that looked like bronze. It wasn’t adorned with rubies or diamonds too. It was just simple, little flowers and elegant curves carved on its sides.

She never had this problem looking in the darkness but this time, it seemed like her senses were limited. She stood before the big mirror with no reflection of herself in it. Just a complete darkness. She raised her hand and reached for the mirror, hoping it would be like any other mirror but instead, her hand went through. With a final glance behind her, Mira walked right into the mirror just to get greeted by a honking sound and an angry man. “Watch where you’re going, woman!” he shouted from his car.