Standing Wall Mirror Novels & Stories

It made her feel happy looking at it and reminded her of her favourite movie. As they were leaving the store, something flashed in the corner of her eye, and she turned to find an ornate mirror sitting on a counter. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. There was something about it that called to her. There was nothing fancy about it, it was just a small vanity mirror with an art deco pattern etched around its edges, and a plain metal stand. “Millie, is it too late to change my mind and swap the lamp for this mirror?” she asked, pointing at it.

~ Mass Release ~ Samson stood by the flat edged mirror plastered wholesomely to the wall, from a height and to the foot of the wall that reflected his killer mood and devilish beauty before him. His innate beauty was displayed wonto like to the mirror that anyone who just walks in wouldn't be deprived of such godly sight.

"What do you require?" "That full-length mirror over there. Can I use it?" Phobos points to the mirror standing proudly on the opposite side of the room as a swift glimmer of mischief crosses those vibrant globes and I frown with confusion. I understand why he is intrigued by it, we do not possess such back on our lands.

Amy didn't understand it. And the walls... Interestingly, small light bulbs in the form of stars were built into the walls. And on each wall there were about fifteen of them, no less. Very nice. Small luminous stars on a dark blue background - the real night sky, which was everywhere, from all sides and ... was reflected in the mirror on the ceiling. Unbelievably beautiful! If you specifically relax here, you can even imagine that ...

she said, squeezing out a smile to show she didn’t give it a damn care. There were 20 girls in the line in total. Elena was in the middle of them. Soon, it was her turn. She went inside the room and found it was narrow and empty. There was another red door on the opposite wall as the exit. And a huge double-sided mirror was hanging on the front wall, suggesting that there were people behind it, watching and observing. When she stood against the wall and raised her head, a sonorous growl came from behind the mirror which made both the mirror and the ceiling shake and her shoulders jumped.

By the left side of the wall was a large dressing mirror that had a stool in front of it, while a lot of different kinds of stuff were on the desk that was under the mirror. The mirror on the wall was in a sphere shape, and it was detached from the desk. I walked into the room trying my best to hold back my shock, but I couldn't help myself as my eyes opened wide together with my mouth. I was standing in the middle of the room, turning to look around and I saw that nothing else was visible aside from the bed, and the dressing table, well except for two different large doors that were close to each other. One of the girls walked over to the door and threw it open and then said "Your bath Mi l

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.

I slammed Kieran’s door on my way out a little harder than necessary, stomping down the hall in what I hoped looked like queenly indignation rather than childish pouting. I was halfway to convincing myself that I was done thinking about getting interrupted by the Elder in what could possibly have been the best night of my life, when I caught sight of something gleaming on the wall. A mirror. Not the cheap kind from Target that warps your reflection, but a heavy gilded thing framed in carved wolves and moons.

I smiled. The room was quite big. Around ten stalls littered down the right side, covered in thick burgundy curtains. On the left laid the door to the rest of the shop and an assortment of body length mirrors. The floors were sleek, polished to the point where I could see my reflection in the floor. I flashed myself a grin before letting my gaze wander again. The chairs they had scattered around looked as uncomfortable as they felt. The tiny tables that decorated the room hold no real purpose other than decoration. All in all, it was a nice room.

There is only one mirror door among all dark wooden doors. Curious draws me and I walk over it. I push open the door. My eyes catch the sight of a clear blue sky through the mirror glass wall. I smile and step into the gargantuan hall. The room looks special. There is everything made of glass and mirror work. I walk over to the mirror wall. It's so beautiful, the grassland is laying on the other side of the mirror wall. There is a swing in the centre and a lot of pots of plants, planter. I pluck a few steps behind the mirror wall and look for the way.