Writing Prompt

The golden hand mirror laid broken at the top of the steps, its shattered pieces glistening under hills of sand—forgotten. When she and her travel companions first explored these ruins, they were amazed by the grand statutes and the intricate details of the artifacts lying around. But the mirror called to her. So she went back, this time alone, to rid herself of the nagging feeling that she had le...

I tumble into the ruins, head spinning. Any sense of direction eludes me. Where is right? Where is left? Did I even follow the map correctly?

My partner Cerise slips in, yelling in my direction. All I could process was an unclear stream of exhaustion and desperation. The thieves are on our tails. Sounds of multiple sets of hooves thumping against dirt enter my ears.

Then, the words come through ...

I shivered at the feeling of a midnight breeze caressing my skin. Wait a midnight breeze? I turned quick because it’s the middle of the afternoon and there shouldn’t be a cool breeze anywhere in this humid jungle. I spotted a mirror hanging from a wall. I stood in its line of sight and felt the breeze again.

What in the world.

I creeped closer and started hearing the faint whispers of the breeze...

I’m crying in a corner In a empty room i sit up from the chair in the back as I start to walk up I notice a coffin I’m still crying I turn my head back all the chairs are empty nobody is here but me I open the coffin it’s empty I have a unsettling feeling I turn back around people were all around me but they had no face I start walking out of the house I start choking I can’t breathe I’m coughing ...

“How can we be slipping in the Shire? No offense Zizz but those stupid Sprites love me. I swept the Fae in the primaries. This can’t be happening, Zizz,” Lord Wonks wailed.

Frowning at her spreadsheets, Zizzle fluttered behind her boss his excellency Lord Kev Splitfoot Wonks of the ancestral seat of Elfin Glen, leader of the seven realms and the outer provinces. Wonks strode up and down the imper...

People often called me a time traveler. In reality, I am an explorer. I look for time mirrors.

These magical artifacts were like windows into the past. I could see memories of the people as if I was one of them.

I found one in Machu Picchu, depicting the Incas people build the incredible infrastructure.

I found one in Sweden, showing Vikings crafting axes and beautiful boats.

I saw the Native Ame...

The wary traveler stumbles and crashes into the ground, his backpack disassembling itself from the impact. Tired, he rolls onto his back. His hand, moving with his body, hits something hard as it slaps the coarse dirt. He feels a small object, circular and cold. He grabs it and brings it to his face. It is a pocket mirror smaller than his palm. He flips open the cover, but does not see his reflect...

In the ruins of a forgotten civilization, a traveler finds a mirror. Gazing into it, they see vivid memories of an ancient stranger’s life and are drawn into its joys and sorrows.

In the old world, there was more sorrow than joy. Hard times just pressed me to the edge, I have no choice but to survive. There are happy times, but not feeling it from the bottom heart.

I didn’t finish the work on ti...

The traveller was one of many at the fair. A discovery of a mirror that after a polish of the dust, soot and ash, was surprisingly intact.

“This used to be a fair ground. An area where traders and scroungers would be making a living and it still it today! Since the red hot anger ate the town.

The traveller bought the mirror. A wooden piece with a crystal pane. And the discovery they made when th...

I watched you change

How you looked at me.

I watched you change

How you said my name.

I saw you change

When you said those things.

I saw you change

When you stopped taking to me.

I knew you changed

When you never looked

Or spoke to me in

the same way like you used too....