Mirror-mirror Fruit Novels & Stories

“So we’re forced to pick between two girls who don’t even know they’re part of some sick game.” “We’re not picking anything,” I say firmly. “We’re going to figure it out.” “How?” Michael asks, glancing around like the answer might hide under a pile of dusty scrolls. “If they’re identical—” “They aren’t,” Eva cuts in. “Not completely. There’s a crack. The mirror showed it.” “The weird one?” Trixie raises an eyebrow. Eva nods. “It only reflects me. Not them. Not anyone else.” “That’s not possible,” Lenny whispers, as if speaking louder might break the spell. “We all looked.”

From inside the bag, she takes out a round mirror, made of a black stone, which was so polished. - Is that the Mausoleum stone? – Romeo asks. - yes, this is an Obsidian mirror. Romeo shrinks and looks away, not even wanting to look at it. Mary stretches out her hand and Julius takes the mirror. He looks at him from all sides and looks at the witch. - Don't look at it. Stare at him. - What will happen? – Shane asks. - I don't know. It depends on what the mirror wants to show Julius. It could be his past, the past before him, or one of the possible futures.

"You're up early." Mira looked up, a smile spreading across her face. "I wanted to check on the tomatoes," she said. "They're growing so fast. Look!" She pointed to a cluster of small green fruits, their surfaces still smooth and unripe. "In a few weeks, we'll have fresh tomatoes. Real tomatoes."

The air was rich with the scent of ripe berries, citrus, and something unfamiliar—something sweet and almost floral. My eyes wandered across the spread of fruits, recognizing some from the human world while others were completely foreign. One caught my attention—it was deep purple with a soft glow around it. "What’s this?" I asked, picking it up. Leila smiled. "Moonfruit. It’s rare. Only grows here in Shadowhaven." "Can I try it?" Mira grinned. "Of course! Just don’t eat too much, or you might start glowing too." I blinked. "Wait, what?"

Firmly pointing at the mirror, she uttered. "But I also tried that….." He defends. "It depends on the type of mirror that you used," she replied. "Really! Oh!......" He bewilderingly gaped at his mother. "This mirror is Amber, my mother's magic mirror, she dubbed it after her name but you can't ratify it without focusing…….." She explained. "And you were able to find her?" Ignoring Ashley's explanations, he strides towards the mirror smiling ear to ear. "Liam!" She cut in before he could touch the reflector.

As I was thinking about it I fell asleep. The first thing I remembered after I was awake was the Astral Mirror. I took it and closely studied it critically. I realized the astral mirror has two sizes. The front and back view is just like an ordinary mirror. The difference is that the astral mirror vibrates to give a signal. But an ordinary mirror is the one the ladies use for their makeup. I saw blood dried on my both feet. I rushed to the washroom. After preparation, I took the astral mirror and said I was going to work. Suddenly the mirror began to vibrate; I opened my hand to access the mirror. The word okay was blinking. Just as I opened my hands it stopped vibrating. I nodded and put it

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.

Anne-Marie pouted while Ursula too opened her palms with a playful smile. “Mom, Anne-Marie, you two do the pomegranates.” Mira giggled as she bought the basket with the pomegranates and oranges. They sat down to peel and seed the two fruits when Agnes and Beth returned. Mira got a big bowl and put all the washed leaves along with the pomegranate seeds and the peeled and cut oranges. “Little Mira, you do the mushrooms… the old man says that after eating your mushrooms…... this old woman’s cooking is not good enough.” Agnes pouted as she complained, returning the washed tray to Mira.

Miranda walked into the maid's room and positioned herself in front of the mirror that hung on the wall. It was an old, vintage piece with intricate designs etched into its golden frame. It was a full-length mirror, standing tall and proud against the wall. The glass itself was slightly warped, adding a subtle distortion to the reflection it cast.

Mia went a few more steps closer to it. She straightened up her posture, forgetting all the strategies she had in mind before by simple looking at its sheer splendour. She moved up close enough for her to touch the glass like partition in the mirror like object that was acting like a barrier between her and the tree. She moved in close and accidentally tripped. She held out her hand hoping to hold the mirror like object to get a grip, but instead she was sucked in. She was transported inside the mirror and was standing face to face with the tree now. It was a tree after all. Huge, enormous with trunks that glittered. It's leaves looked like the kind of a succulent. They were even more colour