Writing Prompt
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VISUAL PROMPT
by Sans @ deviantart.com/Sanskarans
Write a story titled "When I Look in the Mirror".
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When i look in the mirror, i feel disgusted.
My chest tightens and i feel nauseous when i do.
I feel as if i look inhuman,
As if im an alien.
My long brown hair, my dark eyebags that i cant get rid of, my big thighs, and my ugly brown mole on my right cheek.
I’ve always thought it looked weird,
I’ve never been wrong either.
I probably do look weird.
This mirror that sits on this wall has seen e...
My hands could not stop their trembling. I looked ahead, to this old, web-covered mirror, gazing upon my reflections. What I saw was definitely not me, or in a way, it was what I had become but refused to accept. A creature of hurt and pain, filled with vice, anger and violence. Not an ounce of kindness or so it seems, I was ashamed of letting myself go like that. A cruel punishment for a volage c...
I look in my mirror multiple times a day. I see myself, but it’s not the same. I criticize every aspect of my body. My hair looks awful, my skin is broken out, my stomach is bloated, my legs are so skinny, I have scars all over. I look at myself and I hate what I see. I see an ugly creature looking back at me.
But what I don’t realize, is I’m beautiful. I was made by a perfect God in His image. I’...
Every morning, I approach the antique mirror in the forest glade with trepidation. Its ornate golden frame seems to writhe and twist, defying the laws of nature. As I gaze into its depths, I'm never certain what I'll see.
Today, like every day, my reflection is not my own. Instead, a creature of flame and shadow stares back at me, its eyes burning with an otherworldly intensity. Its horns curl me...
I hold the camera up as high as I can.
Hold.
Smile.
Damn, too much teeth.
Purse my lips.
Classic duck face, but it works for me.
I push the button.
The camera takes the selfie. My bathroom lighting is all wrong. Nothing a lot of Photoshop won’t fix though.
I send the picture to my laptop.
In a few clicks of the mouse. I am 10 pounds skinner. 10 years older. And standing on a beach.
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When I look in the mirror, I see the another world. The devastatingly the opposite world of where I’m staying. I see myself….another myself looking at me in the mirror whenever I see them. She looked like a demon and I feel that deeply seducing feeling from her. It was a warning for me. I had to drive to stop look at her and talk to her and feel her. My crucial role was a angel. One day, when my f...
„There you are.“, I say as I look in the mirror and see the monster that I am.
„You greet me like a friend.“, the monster smirks at me and a glimpse of irritation flickers in his golden eyes.
„What else could you be?“, I ask in a hopeless voice. I lift my hand and tap my fingers on the mirrorglas and so does he.
„Well, everything else. _Friend_ was the least I could‘ve ever expect you to say. What...
When I look in the mirror, I see you behind me. Haunting me. Taunting me.
You stare into my soul and at every fragile part of me, because who am I without you?
You’ve seen my worst. After all, you caused it.
I see you grab my hands. Pet my head. Steal all my innocence.
You were my undoing. Now I can’t do anything without you in the back of my mind.
When I look in the mirror, I see you behi...
I had always been perfect. At least that’s what everyone always said. My parents always told me to act nice, and respect my elders, and I did. But I felt stuck. Stuck in this person’s skin that just wasn’t me. I had to get out, do something to feel like me.
But now… I was standing over his dead body… my father’s dead body… he had yelled at me for something so stupid, and I just snapped. I grabbed...
I sat in a chair facing my reflection. I thought of all that had happened. I could see long chains holding me back, my face was set in a permanent scream. This is what I see when I look in the mirror. Happy now mother. Happy that all my days have been wasted on you, only for you to betray Father. I stood up, feeling like I was carrying a weight on my back. In the mirror, I saw a hand grasp my thr...