Mirror Novels & Stories

“They have nothing on me.” “Sure, they don't. But, Rena, how exactly do you plan to handle this?” Ada asked, worry bleeding through tone. Mirena tightened her grip on the steering wheel. “The easiest way,” she replied. She merged into traffic smoothly, eyes focused ahead. “Do you know the disadvantage of a house of mirrors?” She asked and basked in the silence that followed afterwards. A smile curved her lips.. “It shatters the moment you throw a rock at it,” she continued. “Every reflection fractures. Every illusion collapses. The beauty people admired becomes something twisted and unrecognizable.”

Now Elijah in the name of fear. Not wanting to see myself anymore, I turned away from the mirror and began undressing. My own reflection has started causing my anxiety. Opening the shower head, I stepped into the water. My eyes shut in bliss, a contained sigh escapes my dry lips. The lukewarm spray hit my body, helping ease my sore body. *********** Six days had passed. My ribs were still sore but no longer painful as before. The bruises looked better but it would take a few more days, if not a week, for discoloration to fade away fully and attain my normal skin color.

My mother's weak voice said. "Will she ever be able to see again?" My mother asked rubbing my hand. The doctor sighed, "I don't think it's possible." My breath hitched. What? I may never see again? How did this happen? What did I do to deserve this? ****

beginning to emerge from his own skin, those hollow black eyes bleeding into his silver ones. "Please!" I shrieked, my fingernails tearing as I yanked the tarp. With a thunderous rip, the canvas fell away. The Great Mirror was revealed. Its surface wasn't glass; it was a pool of liquid silver, swirling with a light that didn't come from the sun. I didn't look at my own reflection. I looked at the reflection of the battle behind me. In the mirror, Julian wasn't fighting a corpse. He was fighting himself.

Amina stepped back instinctively. “No.”. Adrian turned to her. “What's it?”. She pointed. “The reflections.”. Miriam frowned. “I don't see anything unusual.”. That made it worse. Amina glanced back at the glass.... From the reflection, the smiling version moved closer. The surface appeared to be a thin membrane. Her breathing was changing, as Adrian could sense. “Amina, talk to me.”. Her voice came out low. “They're not reflections.”. The smiling individual pressed her palm into the glass.'

A complicated, brilliant, infuriatingly compassionate person who was systematically dismantling my carefully constructed understanding of myself. "You're staring," Eli said without looking up from his laptop during our Monday morning production review. "I'm not," I said, which was a lie. I was definitely staring. I'd been staring for approximately forty-five seconds while watching him make notes in a way that was completely focused and somehow magnetic. "You are," Eli said, finally looking at me. "Every time you think I'm not paying attention, you look at me like you're trying to figure out how I work." "I'm not," I said again, because I didn't know how to admit that I was actually trying to

He pointed and I followed his finger to a door in a corner and slid into the white marble room. I stood infront of the sink and stared at my reflection, trying not to grimace at my reflection, I looked like a demented panda bear with the amount of the mascara that coated my cheeks, its a wonder how Kain could bear to look at me like me, let alone want to bang me. Am I stupid or what? Or am I more dickmatized than I thought? How could I say yes? I just willingly decided to cheat on Forrest again, with the same man…

I hand her my business card and turn to the room where Danner is still with the other assistant. Then I stop abruptly, I think I recognize the reflected figure in the mirror glass of the shop window. I turn around but don't see anyone. The shop assistant understands what is happening and smiles at me. "That's an optical illusion. The angle of that mirror is on the other side." She takes my hand and walks to the intended corner. But there is also, nobody. Strange!.

She wants to earn much more money to retire soon. Later, Daisy witnessed too many friends and colleagues struggling because of cosmetics. When going to the market, or anywhere, they must make up. They are afraid they are not beautiful in other eyes. They take much time to see themselves in the mirror per day. Their life is full of misery and frustration. Too tired.

it replied. “What do you mean, where are you?” I asked. “In you big boy” “What is that! Come-out now, did you kill me oooh!” I shouted as I had a panic attack….. “Calm down and look down” it said Below me was a glass floor, and I was able to see my reflection. I was an energy-like creature with dark blue eyes, no nose and one of the most beautiful lips I had ever seen. I was as pale and as transparent as a ghost. You won’t be wrong if you called me a ghost actually.