Polishing The Mirror Novels & Stories

The hot water provided a physical release, relaxing his tense muscles, but his mind remained a cauldron of seething anger. Steam enveloped the bathroom, a visual representation of the heated emotions coursing through Asher. In a fit of rage, he directed his anger towards a decorative mirror on the wall, pounding it again and again. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of shattered glass, a stark contrast to the calm facade Asher usually presented. This was not the person he wanted to be, and the realization fueled his frustration even more. All of this, he believed, was a consequence of Ezra's actions.

Her back was facing him, and her right arm was moving in a circular motion as if she was stirring something on the electric stove. The profoundness of his footsteps, causing the hard slapping sound of his slippers against the tiled floor alarmed her that made her turn around and face him, her eyes widened in bewilderment for a moment before they curved and imitated the shape of a crescent moon along with her lips forming into a small smile.

Each mirror whispered, showing scenes of betrayal, failure, and temptation. Elliot exhaled, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “This is the final stage of the gate. Our minds will be tested, not just our hearts. Resist the illusions. Trust in us. Trust in yourself.” Marcus’s voice was calm, analytical. “Every mirror is a test. The closer you look, the more powerful the illusion becomes. Focus on reality. Focus on unity.” Liam’s stance radiated protective strength. “We move as one. Every step, every choice, every breath in sync. No one succumbs alone.”

I rub my legs together, the memories of our shared blissful moment suddenly making me wet. The hauler is dimly lit with the glow of the overhead fluorescent light bulb hanging from the ceiling, Jace's handiwork. From what I have heard, he is the one person trying to change the feel of the academy into something... more modern. Frameless, oval-shaped mirrors lined the four corners of the hauler, which is matted with green leaves and flowers, making the mirror appear like a magical portal to another realm. I stupidly attempt putting my legs through it as if it's an illusion, but my toe hit against the mirror. "Dang it."

“Wonderful.” Embracing the word as he runs towards the mirror and hugs it with all of his affection, yet obsessively and horrifyingly of more than a mad man could and a crazy woman will act. Pictures, words, and voices of the past the mirror is presenting him is deliberately asking him to dwell more and be corrupted by the sins and even more than he is now.

“It’s just a mirror.” Celeste’s lips curved in a knowing shadow of a smile. “Keep your eyes on it.” Katie nodded uncertainly, her gaze fixed on the blanket-draped surface. Behind her, she felt movement, the brush of fabric as Celeste walked to the back of the mirror. Fingers gripped the blanket’s edge, and with a swift pull, the cover came free. Dust motes leapt into the air as the mirror revealed itself: a vast surface polished to such clarity it seemed less like glass and more like water frozen in eternity.

“Not gods, not fate, not anything that breathes.” She shivered. “Jake—” “No.” My voice hardened. “We fight this. Whatever it is. We fight.” Her fingers curled into my shirt. “And if it’s not meant to be fought?” “Then I’ll rewrite what’s meant.” The fire popped behind us, a spark leaping from the hearth. The light danced across her face, across the faint shimmer beneath her skin. The glow was faint—but it was there. Breathing. Waiting. “I brought the mirror here,” I said suddenly. “It’s been acting strange. I saw you—your reflection—standing there.”

Wulfric stepped forward, explaining, “These aren’t ordinary mirrors. They show you what you fear most, who you fear you’ll become. We each have to confront our own reflections to move forward.” Damien took a deep breath as he approached the nearest mirror. His reflection morphed before him, revealing an older version of himself, one burdened by leadership and failure, dark eyes filled with weariness. This vision sent a shiver through him—his fear of losing himself in the struggle for power and respect. Claud stepped up next. His mirror showed him wielding a fiery sword, a fierce warrior avenging his past, but with a shadowy figure of himself lurking behind, a reminder of the rage that could

But as he gazed deeper, he saw the love and strength that remained, and the determination to honor their memory. Eira confronted her troubled past, the mirror revealing the scars of her childhood. Yet, she stood tall, her eyes burning with resilience, as she acknowledged the pain and released its hold. Tristan wrestled with his self-doubt, the mirror showing him a labyrinth of uncertainty. But he grasped the threads of his courage and conviction, weaving them into a tapestry of confidence. Athena struggled with the weight of her responsibilities, the mirror reflecting the burden of her healer's oath. However, she drew strength from her companions, and the mirror's image transformed, revealin

"Little brother, what about me helping you with your work? Um....are you making a science project or somethin' like that? Then, I sure can help you." "And I sure you can't," replied Mahone. "How do you know that?" "I am exploring optical illusion. I am trying to make an infinite mirror and of course it's very hard," he continued to speak smugly. "At least I need a few weeks to finish it, because I haven't found all the equipments, like....I bought some plexiglass sheets named polycarbonate. They are good company's, you know. They looked clear in the shop, but when I checked them in my room, they kinda seemed opaque, the hell! I bet the shopkeeper was selling secondhand goods, just showing of