Mirror-mirror Fruit Novels & Stories

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

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.

There's a finality in her tone that makes me stay put. With my skills I've acquired from running from hunters, I smuggle Roxie and myself to the front of the line. Roxie stays at my back while there's three people before me. When it's finally my turn, I sit on the swing and a student hands me the mirror. The mirror is oval shaped, having a wooden handle that's carved with intricate drawings that makes one gasp. “The mirror should reflect your face,’’ the third year student instructs. “Then you say, Mirror Mirror Who's My Fated Partner?”

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

THIRD PERSON'S POV:- Mira opened her eyes and found herself standing in front of the full view mirror. She was looking at herself. She looked very young. She looked almost sixteen or maybe seventeen. She was wearing a long mermaid style, off shoulder white dress. It was backless and the upper layer of the dress was shimmery. She had a crown on her head. A princess crown that had the long lace veil attached with it. She remembered that crown on her head. It was the crown Fredrick had gifted her on her twelfth birthday. He wanted to make her feel like a princess the day they would get married.

As soon as he arrived near the last fridge that displayed canned soft drinks, he saw her holding two bottles of milk, one was strawberry-flavored the other was chocolate, her eyes looking at it is brimming with happiness as if it were some ancient Chinese porcelain or artifact with significantly high value. "I love these!"

There was a room he entered and saw something that scared him away and that nearly took his life, as he opened the room, he saw a huge mirror and not just a huge mirror and also that mirror is not just an ordinary mirror as well, it is a supernatural mirror with magical powers that have the ability in capturing a strangers face and not only that, the mirror also stands as a means of alerting the whole people in the palace especially the prince to indicate that there is a danger going on within the palace and he should do something very fast about it Immediately, the noise was heard within the palace, almost all were able to hear that huge sound Stormie, Milly, and Angela were all set to have