The Shattered Mirror ...
The girl couldn't look at her reflection in the mirror.
Behind her, the demons of her past jeered, making faces at her.
Once again, she sensed that familiar black tunnel cajoling her to take one step closer.
With every tear, she knew was losing herself a little more in the dark labyrinth of her mind. With every sob, one more cut in her flesh. With every cry, one more tug at her hair.
Enough! She tore herself from the shackles of her dark thoughts.
In a fit of rage, she shattered the mirror. Peace restored. For the moment, at least...
- Category: Psychological
- Tags: mental health
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Neville Hunt about 2 years ago
Wow Frenchie, powerful stuff! I love the outtro, with its understated menace! Love it!
I have two recurring themes in my writing; mirrors and twins.... and particularly mirror-image twins. I find them both fascinating and full of writing potential.
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VerityAlways about 2 years ago
Painfully beautiful. Great write, Frenchie!
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Frenchie about 2 years ago
Thank you Neville and Verity 🧡. Last week was Children Mental Health awareness week but I did not have time to work on my writing.
Neville, I find mirrors unsettling. I am always thinking, what if they are really portals to a dark place? writing material, hehehe... I do not have many mirrors in my house except the bathrooms mirrors and one by the front door. 🥴 -
Neville Hunt about 2 years ago
Frenchie, I don’t personally find mirrors unsettling, neither do I imagine any hidden forces behind them. I find them and the whole reflection on pet fascinating. On the other hand, I only look into them when absolutely necessary for fear of seeing myself looking out and reminding me that I’m not the eighteen year old I imagine myself to be! (I even shave by touch, which is actually a far more effective method!)
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Frenchie about 2 years ago
hahahaha! maybe I am scared of my reflection...
