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Rather, items or symbols carry more significance and appear to reflect aspects of life.
My Wave
He glanced over his shoulder as he passed the surf shack, searching for the cause of the irritation in his reflection. his brow furrowed when he spotted it.
Inra's Fable
The mud-stone walls reflected the light around the small room. little cubs of all ages surrounded her, waiting to hear tales of their ancestry and legends. she simply smiled for many moments, looking around for inspiration.
Why a dragon?
The dragon became a mirror, a reflection of my emotions, pain, a lot of pain. writing fiction led to digging out my traumas and getting to know myself deeply.
(Contest Winner) The Alphaçade: Chapter 1 - Ride
# **alphaçade** chapter 1: the ride ten sets of different-colored eyes followed me as they reflected the light from the underground rail entrance.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Twenty
Clouds outlined in fading pink reflected upon pools of water scattered across the marsh. when last light faded, it was the stars that reflected up at him. a seemingly endless marsh beneath, an ocean of stars above, and in between, nothing but silence.
Jirachi: Tales of Twisted Wishes - Chapter 2
Sophie let out a resigned sigh as she stared wistfully into the face of her new, beautiful form in the reflection. then a thought hit her, and she couldn't help but crack a small smile.
Jirachi: Tales of Twisted Wishes - Chapter 1
Cursing, she scrambled to her feet in front of the mirror, struggling to catch her breath as she studied her own reflection.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 157
His own reflection stared back at him from that foul puddle of ice-cold blood, the eyes widened in fear and the mouth slowly stretching across the congealing surface in a silent scream.
Collared - Chapter 2 - Morning
He leaned on the night stand, blinking at the image in the reflection. tyloki was as large as two of him, and his muzzle seemed to be stuck in a perpetual scowl.
Read Harry Potter, the Aenid of our times: Srsly (4 real!)
If art is there to reflect life, what pornography reflects must surely be the bloated egos and sexual appetites of the basest kind of man. right? well.
Jackal Dream
Looking down he cried in surprise at his reflection. looking back at him was a jackal instead of his own reflection. he peered over again, curious. the jackal mirrored his every move.