Write a story that involves a reflection in a mirror.

Posted in Horror on Oct 26, 2022

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“Reflection in the Mirror” by Debra Widdicombe

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The silvery glass reflected my image back to me with absolute clarity and I didn’t like the reflection I saw in that mirror.A female athlete in her prime, disqualified by a simple decision to smoke weed before the Olympics. To hell with all of them!If so many of the States allowed weed, why wasn’t I allowed to smoke a little when I felt low or even for pleasure. It wasn’t exactly performance enhancing, or was it? Maybe a little medicinal, to help me relax. I felt angry. I felt sad. I felt as if I had let myself and my family down. My adoptiv...

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“Behind the Looking-Glass” by Alexander Katz

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“I am a mirror.” The doctor crossed her legs and scribbled something down onto a worn, leather notepad. Brows scrunched together for a moment, wrinkling into the shape of a frown on her forehead. I’d been seeing her for a few weeks now, but this was the first time I was taking it seriously. The way she scribbled with that pen made me think the doc was on the same page. Honest words, candid words, have a particularly sour taste when they leave your lips. Why? I haven’t the faintest idea, but perhaps the taste is just something foreign...

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“Soul ” by Amaranthine Sky

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Trigger Warning: mentions of suicide Does anybody truly hear me in this vast, vast multiverse? I blink, breathe, shudder, exhale. It is my second day. Hello, can you hear me? Nod, nod slowly. I can speak if I want to, but even that, I know, is impossible. I’m not supposed to be able to speak. I don’t want to be able to know I have the power to speak. I don’t know why I thought it’d be different with me, that the fibers of my existence could latch onto whatever came beyond. But that isn’t allowed anymore. You’re not ...

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“The Apple Man” by Oscar Cole

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Wilfred was an old man. He spent his long days listening to the radio, watching cricket, tending to his garden, doing the crossword in the Daily Mail paper… Rinse and repeat it went on for years this way. He kept himself to himself; he was quite alone, but quite content. One day, he opened the front door, and found something that threw him off quite completely. Placed perfectly centered on the top stone step that led up to his open door, an apple sat, glistening at him in the hazy daylight. Frowning, then wincing, Wilfred bent his kne...

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“Memory spot.” by Jacob Obara

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Staring face to face, my friend Kiise popped out his eyes wide. It was a same trick he used to scare toddlers and those new kids on the block. “Better get those eyes back to their sockets. Otherwise, they make you look awful.” I said as I held my pc sitting back on the couch. Slackly on the settee, I scrolled down watching pop ups and the news headlines. I was stunned when I finally opened a photo of a girl that turned me red. “Augh! What is up man?” Kiise expressed as he came closer to me. “What?” I spoke. “Why are you making your face so s...

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“The Vampire King's Sons” by Athena Ember Antigone

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It's ok, no one will know...I'm safe now...He can't- he can't hurt me. Not anymore.------I love the smell of a fresh-baked apple pie. There's nothing like it. No better way to make this home my own. Sure, I still haven't unboxed any of my boxes yet, but I have to do this first."Mum," I sigh as I take my first smell of the apple pie, straight out of the oven. I cut into the crispy crust of the pie and let the juices ooze out. Delish.-----"Wow, it's already 12:00am?" I say looking up from my book at the clock. "I really should go to bed," I sa...

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“EYEWITNESS” by Sudhir Menon

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The morning sun had risen from the horizon and the heat of the rays permeated through the open window of Maya’s bedroom. It was the middle of summer in the city of Mumbai, known for its tropical hot weather coupled with an ample dose of humidity. Maya jumped up from bed unable to bear the sunshine pouring into the room which was beginning to scorch her bare arms. It was 7.55 a.m. She was not wont to wake up so late during regular school days but the summer holidays had already begun about a couple of weeks back and there was, therefore, no c...

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“The Red Hijab” by Prathamesh Dole

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The Red Hijab “Hey, hey wait please don’t leave please… Rehab… Rehab….” Mourad was shouting these words in the middle of the city square wondering how futile his words are and watching quietly the moving image of a young girl going away from him and disappearing in the crowd. Mourad stood helpless with a small paper on which he had written all his love for Rehab. Rehab, a young Egyptian girl whose eyes looked like evenings in a dark forested land. Her eyes were all Mourad’s wish. He used to look deep in her eyes the way we look at the...

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“The woman in the mysterious city” by Raksha Chandnani

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In the mysterious city, skyscrapers dictate the heights life lets you reach. 50 floors above, you realise the people below are a minuscule detail. Like in miniatures, the cars are buzzing and people move around quickly. From the top of the building, a luxurious condominium is visible through its big bright windows. The sun shines through, and you notice a lady sitting on the settee. What bothers her is unknown: She seems distraught and lost in her thoughts. From one of the corners a man appears, and he joins her on the settee. His attempts...

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“Mirror, mirror on the wall, you just can’t look away at all” by Abdus Salam

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I know you’ve done it, don’t worry I have too. Windows, shiny screens, sometimes even polished silverware allow you to catch a good glimpse of yourself. Is my hair alright, makeup good, anything in my nose or, God forbid, teeth? Without anyone noticing I fix a loose strand of hair and return to what I was doing, a sense of reassurement fills my heart knowing that my face hasn’t suddenly morphed into something unrecognisable since the time I last checked. Wait but that’s just a little taste.I know you’ve done it, don’t worry I have too. Windo...

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“Inner Secrets” by Mike Henry

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Inner Secrets The taxi pulls up at the kerb and its passenger climbs out, struggling with her umbrella in a vain attempt to keep the squally rain from drenching her. Quickly trying to dodge the downpour, she hurries into the lobby of her apartment building and shakes the rain from her umbrella as she punches the call button for the elevator. It’s late and the building is quiet making her mo...

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“Self Image” by Patrick Hisel

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"Who's the President?" "Oh, I didn't vote for that guy" answered Mrs. Johnson. It was not an uncommon response from a patient with dementia. They answered the question, but they didn't really answer the question. It's a clever redirect, one that families often overlooked. The disease progression was so subtle they don't notice. But he saw the patients just infrequent enough to pick up on these little clues. Jack made a mental note to revisit the Mini Mental Status Exam at the follow up appointment. "And sh...

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“My Heart and Body” by Luna Juarez

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My family, especially my mother, always had some sort of expectation that I would like her once I was 18 with a skinny body and big assets. I didn’t inherit the skinny stomach or the hips. Ever since hearing her stories about her life before my siblings and me, all I could think about was being the same. To be beautiful and have a life of luxury thanks to it. I looked in the mirror every morning to check if I had gotten more beautiful. But I didn't end up like that. There’s no one I could blame but myself for it. I hated my plump body. The...

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“I do not remember my face.” by David Rios

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I do not remember my face. A long time ago since I awaken under a wrecked truck, in my work, at a mine. All has changed suddenly, no friends alive, looking for my family. I was meandering in what was my town because I did not find my family. I Hope they passed away with no pain. But I do not remember my name and how my face is. To be starving is a good hunting teacher. I have learned how to knot, set up tramps, and light up fires. The good of all this is that I am eating healthy food, cook with no sauces that cause heart failure. No sug...

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“Mirror of Imperfections” by Sinria Lee

Submitted to Contest #101

I know you’ve done it, don’t worry I have too. Windows, shiny screens, sometimes even polished silverware allow you to catch a good glimpse of yourself. Is my hair alright, makeup good, anything in my nose or, God forbid, teeth? Without anyone noticing I fix a loose strand of hair and return to what I was doing, a sense of reassurement fills my heart knowing that my face hasn’t suddenly morphed into something unrecognisable since the time I last checked. Wait but that’s just a little taste. Now for the main course, mirrors. Smooth, shiny, gl...

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Write a story that involves a reflection in a mirror.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 295 stories

“Reflection in the Mirror” by Debra Widdicombe

“Behind the Looking-Glass” by Alexander Katz

“Soul ” by Amaranthine Sky

“The Apple Man” by Oscar Cole

“Memory spot.” by Jacob Obara

“The Vampire King's Sons” by Athena Ember Antigone

“EYEWITNESS” by Sudhir Menon

“The Red Hijab” by Prathamesh Dole

“The woman in the mysterious city” by Raksha Chandnani

“Mirror, mirror on the wall, you just can’t look away at all” by Abdus Salam

“Inner Secrets” by Mike Henry

“Self Image” by Patrick Hisel

“My Heart and Body” by Luna Juarez

“I do not remember my face.” by David Rios

“Mirror of Imperfections” by Sinria Lee

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