Writing Prompt

_Smash! _

Glass rains down and my hand smarts with pain. A voice cries out, and hands grab me and pull me away from the scene I made. I hardly notice, don’t care. It can’t be true, can’t be true, can’t be true.

I traveled across the country to see this fabled mirror. There are stories on the news, of people who saw themselves twenty years in the future. Fame, wealth, _happiness_ is what I was e...

Coraline watched intently at her reflection in the mirror. It was her face, her body, the very dress she wore now, although aged by 20 years and yet .. It wasn’t. This woman before her was … fragile, weak. Slender, and missing the posture of the Queen that she was with the destructive force at her fingertips from her magical prowess.

The disturbing sight of the image before her should have been ...

The face framed in gold stared back at me, always with my own eyes. Sometimes those eyes held tears, sometimes they were happy tears sometimes they were not. The face stared back at me every day, until today.

Today was the first day I didn’t see me in the little gilded hand mirror.

I am 99 years old tomorrow.

44 years ago today the little mirror came home with me from the antiques shop just ...

“Weird,” is the first thing that Ash says when he glances into the mirror Seren hung up… what, a week ago? Which is an odd reaction to a mirror, so naturally I was curious.

“What is it?”

“There’s no reflection. Seren, your mirror’s broken.”

“I… you don’t have a reflection?!” Seren drops his book, staring at him with every kind of bad feeling scrawled across his face. Concern, fear, likely conf...

Every morning, Roger got out of bed, showered, dressed to kill in a black suit and tie, and walked from antique store to antique store. He spent time with antiques under his gaze through his army issue glasses frame that he’d kept by ordering new prescription lenses to go in them as time passed.

Roger liked vanities in particular, and never really knew why the hot item seemed to be the religious ...

The hallway had long been abandoned. The flowery wallpaper was peeling and cracked, mould creeping in through the crevices. The woven rug beneath his feet was fraying, deep auburn strands slipping between the floorboards. Masahiko counted no less than three hatstands, each of them missing a limb or two. At the end of the hallway was his destination. A warped wooden door, sagging slightly ajar.

A...

"Dude! No offense, but you came out uuuuuglyyyyy!"

"What?" I yelped. "Well, how do you figure?" I bent over slightly and pet my Shar Pei, Sherry. She licked my hand with gusto.

"I mean, look at your beady eyes!" said Kyle. "How do eyes even get that beady?"

"Genetics," I huffed. "You've gotta lean in close to see where the action's at."

"I'll say! And what happened to your face? Soooo much hai...

I was walking through town and spotted an old antique shop. I saw a mirror in the window. It was facing back towards the store. It was labeled with a sticker that said 𝙼𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚊𝚕𝚎.

That made me want to look inside the mirror. I went inside and went to the display window.

There was the mirror. I saw that instead of the glass being clear like most mirrors it w...

“This is the prime of your life..” these words kept ringing through her head as she paced around the store looking for nothing in particular, rather clearing her head from what had just happened back home.

“This is the prime of your life..” her subconscious whispered again. She was an over thinker,deciphering every possibility of failure in every scenario. It was exhausting.

She had met him, t...

She was on her way home from work when she passed the new antique shop.

She thought she might as well check it out. When she entered the shop she could smell that standard antique smell. She found a few things she liked. an antique coca cola sign caught her eye and she went to look at the price. It was $12 and she was gonna buy it. She was about to grab it off the shelf when something beside it ...