Writing Prompt

I am reaching for a box of mac ‘n’ cheese when the hair on my arms stands up straight. She is here; she must be. I stop, look over my left shoulder, and nothing but normal strangers roaming Kroger. I slowly look over to my right, and there she is standing at the end of the aisle; my doppelgänger. Instead of disappearing out of sight like every normal. She motions for me to follow her. She turns an...

I looked back behind me and the girl was staring intently. She had the same broken face and dirty blonde hair falling long past her shoulders. I ignored it and walked away without looking back all the way until I got to the top of the hill. I looked back and she was gone.

A few months later, I was walking down the lane my hands brushing up against the foliage on the road side. I looked over the s...

It happened about a month ago. I was walking down the street when I saw her. It was like looking into a mirror, she looked exactly like me. Seriously from the color of her eyes to the shape of her face we looked exactly the same. I was pretty freaked out and ran away.

The next day when I showed up to school she was there. Everyone was confused, they were probably thinking "Why the Hell is there tw...

Eyes. Everytime she’s near I feel her eyes. Preying on me. Tracking me. Waiting for the right moment to pounce.

I take a deep breathe. Bracing myself for the unavoidable confrontation. It never gets easier, seeing your own face, looking into your own eyes.

Finally I make a quick turn on my heal and slam my reflection in the nearest wall. Digging my finger nails into her shoulders. Or...

She smiles with my mouth and laughs with my voice, ringing through the springtime air. I am cloaked by the velvet darkness of shadow, but assorted trees cast a dappled light across her face. My face.

I don’t think she knows I am here. I watch, intrigued.

For though externally we are identical, this stranger is not me and I am not her. She smiles and laugh, just because this mucky excuse for a park...

“Sophie, Sophie!” My friend Jem exclaimed, interrupting our enriching conversation regarding prostates and male G-spots. “Yes?” I said.

“That girl looks EXACTLY like you. Look!”

All four of us turned around in our seats. We were in a central London Weather Spoons for a catch up.

“Omg, she so, so does” gawked Ella. “That is weird”.

I scanned the busy room and finally spotted my twin at the bar...

Every day in London, even on just a single, smoky morning, I saw thousands and thousands of people, huffing and puffing in their pinstripe suits, colliding furiously with ambling tourists.

My daily journey involved two different tubes, each woven with an intricate tapestry of people.

One bitterly cold November morning, I stood shivering on the platform, struggling to stay above the surface in t...

Who may he be ?

Friend or foe, let’s at least get to know him though.

Although despite him being rather suspicious, I did my best to create a friendly conversation. “Hello?”

“oh hey.”

“Look man, Do I know you ?”

“No , But I know you .”

“A little too well.”

“Oh oh what do you mean?”

“You’ve perfected my everything, you have perfected your imitation of my walk, my talk, my causality, my social abil...

His green eyes flashed at me in passing, it could have been a mirror or perhaps a revolving door - but as the flood of first years pushed through the sticky plastic stairway to tutorial I had no opportunity for a second take. The topic had been Descartes and his rather imprudent treatment of his cat. The astonishingly boring French philosopher had pitched his feline companion against a wall unde...

Today, I woke up at around 11am. My body felt tied and I had a dry mouth. I got out of the bed sluggishly. I entered the bathroom to brush my teeth. After doing that, I went downstairs to have breakfast. I poured milk over a handful of ‘malt’ cereal. I added some protein power to this. I then left the kitchen. I entered the dining room, sat on the sofa and turned the TV on. I started eating my cer...