Breaking Down
In my mirror, i could see his biceps bulging beneath his sleeve, and outside my window, i could imagine his forearm doing much the same as the swaying and tremoring grew stronger. i didn’t feel too concerned right away.
Sibling Transformations
I opened both my eyes to stare in horror, at my sister, rachel, and my own reflection in my mirror.
Silver's Stories The Younger Years WIP
I stood up and twirled in front of my mirror, and looked my self over. i took pride in my long brown hair, with blond bangs, my silken fur, shimmering in the light.
Life in the Apocalypse: Chapter 6
I walked over to my mirror to check for any mistakes on my creations. nope, none that i could see. even though zombie bites wouldn't turn me into a zombie myself, my armor could stand up to the toughest undead jaws.
Ghosts
I expected to walk in on an uncanny disaster, cabinets open and my mirror seeping black ichor. what i found was...nothing. my apartment looked exactly as i had left it, down to the last tin of neko chow tuna. i didn't question it.
A Love Unlikely Chapter One.
I stared at myself in my mirror. what was i thinking? this is a potential war on our hands. people, innocent people could die. and i was excited for it? something was really wrong with me.
The Magic Mirror Maze
Taking several twists and turns, jake entered a room of some sort, still surrounded my mirrors, much like the rest of the maze. the only thing in the room was a small piece of paper laying in the middle of the floor.
Tempest: Chapter 1 - Carried Away
I walked past my mirror and completely ignored it, not wanting to look at the relfection it held. i already knew what i'd see. a polar bear with dark rings around his eyes and a pitiful expression.
Ruined Nights: Part 1
I looked across the room to my mirror reflection to get a better sense of myself. there i was, lying there in not much more than a hospital nightgown.
Is Love Real? -Chapter 2
I went to my mirror that was next to my bed and looked at myself. a big bruise was already forming on my right cheek. "great," i muttered to myself, "it's going to be hard to cover that up." i don't have any makeup to cover it with.
Another way/Changing paths Chapter 3: Here we go...
I looked over into her direction to see what she was doing; she was using my mirror to comb her hair. "i don't think i messed up your hair that much last night." i said approaching her from behind. "yeah, but a girl needs to look her best ya know?"
Cry Me a Murder (part eight): Mother Knows Beast
When i shift, my face is vaguely leonine, but the bent metal twisted and distorted my mirror image. but i was quite sure i looked nothing like this guy. the lion statue didn't have horns either. "that's not me," i concluded. "not even close.