The Stranger In The Mirror Novels & Stories

"I'm glad you like the smell too." Just as he took a peek at the right mirror, he noticed that she was fiddling her thumbs on her lap once again. She was nervous, he figured then thought that it wasn't such a wonder since this is their first time being almost physically close aside from sitting side-by-side on the stools attached to his kitchen countertop and in an environment aside from his house too. He turned his eyes sideways to look at the rear-view mirror, then the left-wing and the right-wing once again, and noticed that her nose suddenly perked and when he focused his eyes back on the road, he heard faint sniffs and her voice asked, "Do you smoke?"

Growing. And I didn’t know how to stop it. --- I reached a broken temple deep in the woods. The walls were made of bones and bird skulls. A strange energy pulsed through the cracks. I entered slowly. Inside, there was a mirror. But it didn’t reflect me. Instead, it showed Rensin. Lying on the ground. Lifeless. Covered in blood. I ran to it. “No!” I shouted. “Please... don’t show me that!” The mirror shimmered. Rensin’s body faded, replaced by a new image.

The door was shut, no one was there, so WHO-- The bright colors of paint seemed to glow in the dark, and Ben found himself staring directly at the vanity. The yellow and bleak shadows of his garage, reflected back at him from the mirror like an eerie memoire of his world. The little hearts drawn on the glass, little comfort when his focus zeroed in even further on the mirror. Yellow lights, the sway of shadows. And Ben watched in horror as the lights melded into a firm set of bright gold eyes. Slits, the pupils, staring directly at him as Ben froze in place.

The reflection in the mirror smiled—her own face, moving without her. And the woman inside whispered, “You don’t belong here, stranger.” --- End of Chapter 1 Next: “Chapter 2 – The Lady in the Mirror”

Passing Jennifer, she paused, her voice frosty as she said, "And you. Take a good look in the mirror and ask yourself if you're still fit to carry the Shaw name." With that, she led me away with determined steps. Jennifer looked like she had been gutted, her legs giving way as she stumbled back against the wall. Only when I settled into the backseat of the stretch limo, away from the clamor of the world outside, did I feel my knotted nerves begin to unwind. Noelle snuggled into Melanie's embrace, her little fingers playing with the brooch pinned to her chest. "Mommy, why did that mean lady call you Sis? Should I call her Aunt?"

The last thing I saw was the stranger’s eyes in the mirror—watching me fade. Smiling.

A strange calm sat heavy on my shoulders, though it trembled slightly around the edges — like a ripple caught beneath a sheet of glass. I stood before the mirror, still as the moon itself, and stared. And I was staring at a stranger in the mirror. Not a complete stranger—not someone unrecognizable—but a version of myself I’d never seen before. A version that had been hidden somewhere deep beneath woolen sweaters and crumpled parchment, beneath bruised pride and soft-spoken apologies. She stared back at me now through the silvery haze of dawnlight slipping through the frost-glazed panes of the dormitory window, standing so still that even the dust motes seemed to hesitate in the air around he

The apartment was quiet again. But not like before. Not like the silence that came from retreat or shame. This one felt warmer, softer. Like the quiet that came after a storm had passed and everything had been picked up and put back in place. Almost everything. Maya stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, watching herself. She wore only a loose cotton tank and black underwear. Her hair was a mess. Her eyes still carried the weight of everything she hadn’t said. But she didn’t look fragile anymore.

But before my hand could touch the mirror, I saw another hand reaching for the same item. It wasn’t a woman’s hand but a man’s. When I looked at my left to see this fellow, I felt my whole body vibrate at the sight of the stranger next to me. His hair was red brown with a nice cool toned skin. His eyes were brown and his body… Waw! “Hi,” he said, slowly drawing his back. “Um… Hi,” I responded, drawing my hand as well. “I’m sorry. Where you going to buy that?” he asked, pointing at the mirror.

"Look at yourself, girl." I stare into the mirror they hold up. A stranger stares back. I look different. The person in the mirror is a stranger. They look like a noble child that has lovely parents. I do not fail to recognise that the pink fits me perfectly. Perfect hair. Flawless skin. But I recognise those eyes. They're mine, empty and sad- they are the only thing that do not betray me "Something's still not right," one of the wolves says, tilting my chin up with her hand.