Polishing The Mirror Novels & Stories

“I’m waiting for her answer.” ⸻ Below, Miriam led Amelia toward a narrow alcove hidden behind the twelfth pillar. Inside stood a large mirror framed in polished cedar. Unlike an ordinary mirror, its surface shimmered gently like calm water. “What is this?” Amelia asked. “The Mirror of Keepers.” “It doesn’t show your face.” “It shows your choice.” Amelia hesitated. “I don’t understand.” “You will.” Miriam stepped aside. “Look.” Amelia slowly approached the mirror. At first she saw only her own reflection.

Roe intervened to diffuse the situation. "The lady is correct. We must co-operate since we share the same goal" Boshu tried to help and impress Roe at the same time. As they started walking the reality identifier began vibrating " This way" Lin pointed after checking. As they walked ahead, they came face to face with a huge silver mirror, that seemed to hold a silvery liquid inside instead of glass. All four marveled with awe. ******** Inner self

She moved toward it, slipping between delegates until she stood before an unguarded mirror-gate. The surface was still, showing only her own face. Then her reflection smiled without her. Her pulse hammered. She reached for her blade, but the image dissolved, leaving only her own grim expression staring back. She didn’t tell Elira—not yet. If her mirror-self was here, it was already playing by rules she didn’t understand. By nightfall, the final terms of the Mirror Accord were inked in both worlds’ blood. The delegates pressed their seals to the scroll, one by one, until it was bound in magic strong enough to hum through the floor.

"Emm... I'm Mirabel I said stammering. "Mira, nice name...are u a fresher? He asked looking me over from head to toe. "Of course, I'm even going to the auditorium for my last clearance. "Ohh, thought as much with the files on your hands, I'm walking towards that side. "Alright" I said clutching the files was holding on my chest as I caught him staring at my breasts. "Hope you don't mind me showing you around later, anytime you are chanced?

There are phones everywhere and anyone can film me without my consent or knowledge at any time. It's amazing how my thoughts can distract me and wander as I stare in the mirror. The ghost staring back at me in the mirror is someone inwardly know anymore. I don't recognize myself. I only see pain, anger, and fear in the eyes of the woman in the mirror. She is angry. She isn't there, I want to be. Rosa knocks and knocks. I forgot she was there. I was so lost in thought that all noise was canceled, blocked out by fear.

Haneul suspected this was happening to LJ, who tend to spend too much time with humans for his own good. "She's here. Just try to focus. You can do it." Haneul told LJ, surveying their surroundings again. They were at a tiny bar somewhere in the outskirts of Munich. If their surveillance were correct, their target would be arriving any minute there to celebrate her birthday. This particular creature is a Mirror, one of the very few born on earth wearing Lilith's biological form. Mirrors were more dangerous than the ordinary Lilim, so they had to bide their time and observe. But it had been about an hour, and there was no sign of the Lilim anywhere.

It looked as though it were made of silver, but it was too dirty and tarnished to really see. Rori bit her lip as curiosity whispered in her ear, she found herself suddenly clutching part of the sheet and rubbing a clear spot in the center of the mirror. As she peered into the somewhat reflective surface, she was shocked to discover not her own reflection, but the smiling face of her forgotten best friend. Kristi’s piercing blue eyes were almost looking directly at Rori and the young girl gasped as she noticed more movement behind the dirty mirror. Rori feverishly scrubbed the surface clean, and as she dropped the now grimy sheet, she saw not just Kristi but Mason and Max. Rori didn’t recog

“I think they are trying to trick you into killing me and taking this thing from here.” “Wow. They think I am that level of a fool?” Killain winced as he looked around the place. I saw how Dominic looked at me with his eyebrows raised, and I almost choked from trying not to laugh. Softly, I spoke the words that were italicized and carved on the rock table where the mirror was placed. “The script says it needs two people to activate the mirror.” “Then let’s do it.” Dominic stepped forward towards me.

He turned and walked back into the corridor with her, and the mirror didn't react, didn't change, kept doing whatever it had been doing on the terrace with the comfortable ease of someone who believed they were unseen. "What's the tell?" Ryder said in the corridor, low. "The resonance is wrong," she said. "Like a picture of a sound instead of the sound itself. It looks exactly right but it's one layer too clean." She paused. "Real wolves have friction. Small inconsistencies. Mirror carriers are — smoother. Like they're trying very hard to be accurate." "How many more?" She thought. "At least one more on this level," she said. "I need to find the edges of the signature."

I did a good job, too, because it lay hidden there until my sophomore year when one phone call stripped those masks away, laying bare the Truth so I could see myself for what I was. *** As maybe you can imagine I avoid mirrors as much as possible. Can’t be managed all the time, obviously. I do have to shave, comb my hair and brush my teeth occasionally. There’s also the rear-view mirror in my cab, too. That’s somehow the worst. It focuses on my eyes. Everyone’s heard it by now. It’s used in countless stories, poems and movies when someone wants to sound insightful. Eyes are the windows to the soul. Cliché, but remarkably apt. I hate looking into my eyes. They’re dead and flat, which spooks m