Mirror Image
Your mirror image but not your heart: trust the heavens, we'll never be apart. there's a way through all of this and you will see that the mirror image of you is actually me. the mirror never lies.
The Shattered Mirror
With sadness filling his insides, he looks to the shattered mirror, remembering how he tried to be a hero named pavor nocturnus, to try and leave his life behind.
Making Mirrors
I was listening to_ 'making mirrors' _by_ gotye. _:p i hope these short stories would help get me back into my writing. erm, typing. or creating stories. \>\< that's enough from me. bye._
A Broken Mirror
In front of me is a broken mirror reflecting what i all know too well a face which i hate sometimes, maybe even all the time. no matter what i do the mirror always seems cracked on the face. even if i try something new, it's still the same.
Night-mirrors...
Night-mirrors...
Mirror Fragments
I add, holding her hand in the mirror. "i will bite their ankles, and shoo them away," she promises. "i don't want that!" i protest, trying to put words to her image. "touch me, then." she says through the glass. "i cannot touch you." i retort.
The mirror pool
There is a lake called the mirror pool in west yorkshire, uk. how far would you go to meet an idol? would you die? how does it go? devotion, fanaticism, martyrdom? it was worth a shot.
New Bond
#3 of my mirror same as before, could've been posted sooner but here it is to all who have been reading this. the entrance was right up ahead and spyro began a trot. he knew that outside there was a small pond that he'd be able to wash off in.
Finding Myself
#1 of my mirror spyro x flame fic i've held in store for a while. i haven't played the games so this is au and most likely ooc. constructive criticism is welcome and the only flames i want to see are the kindles of love between these two dragons.
Orelai- Mirror Match
So long as the mirror match still exists there will be no backline support from either team. so while the others are busy dealing with their own counterpart, anton focuses himself onto just trying to see who the better wind user is.
CYOA: End: The Mirror
Carl open them and see himself in a mirror again. noow he can see the collor of his fur. a deep mysterious green, with a wite belly and chest. his father was behind him. 'you see? how beautiful you are?' carl noods 'thanx dad, for showing me this.'
Lying Figure In Mirror
_Second verse; Same as the first._ _Fingers green with rich infection, wayward veins of blank direction._ _Scrapping hope from broken minds, cradlingcurledcontentconfined!_ _Licking lips from blossomed hearts,_ _wistful whisp's and glazing...