Prompt: Trapped inside a mirror: how did they get in there, and how are they going to get out
This Weeks Writes
Bryan Romero
Vienna Hernandez
Mike Griswold
Emmerson
Immanuel Ibon
Victor Pierz
Bryan
They stare into the water and their reflection looks back at them.
It’s a cool sunny day at the park. Cool on account of the wind there is today. A lady stands in her heels on the edge of the sidewalk, as far as they can go. She hangs onto her sunhat as the wind picks up a bit. Large and white it sticks out, even in the dark water she can still make out her hat very clear. Her silhouette showed the outline of her loose blouse and long flowing skirt. She stared intently at her reflection, holding a fist against her chest.
Something moved in the water and the ripples distorted her face snapping her out of that trance. The wind had relaxed and she let her arms drift to her side. She takes a couple steps back and ponders what happened. She sits on the bench and takes out her compact mirror to examine her face not to fix anything but just to occupy herself. Something to help her relax.
She wipes her lips and rubs the residue on a tissue she pulled from her handbag. She reapplies her tinted chapstick. Staring at herself, it didn’t seem right. When she saw her reflection in the water, it didn’t look right either but perhaps it was the water. Now staring at her face and what should be very clear, she was seeing a different person. It moved just like her but it didn’t feel like her. She closes her mirror and gets up to throw the tissue away in the trash can.
Why did it look like that? The wind picks up again. Why does my face move from its place and eat up the space? That line flashes across her mind. Why does my reflection kill kill kill? Another line. What is happening? She holds the mirror to her face again. She doesn’t see anything. She moves it around but nothing shows up. Just the trees behind her. She’s finding it hard to breathe now. She’s on the verge of crying. She drops the mirror and it cracks on the concrete. She holds onto the bench to keep her balance. My face moves from its place. The water in the pond moves and splashes. She looks behind her, trying to regain her breath. Moving forward she stares into the pond again. Her reflection isn’t there.
The water moves and splashes again but no fish or animal seems to be causing it.
The wind picks up. Her sun hat comes off and drops on the floor. She knows now what to do.
She takes off her heels. She takes ten steps back, from its place and eat up the space, then runs and dives straight into the dark murky waters of the pond.
Kill Kill Kill.
Her hand grabs the edge of the dirt and grass. She climbs up back out of the pond. She sits on the sod and dirt and looks behind her to see her reflection in the water. She can see her chest moving in the reflection just as she’s doing now. Her face is lit up by the sunlight and she smiles and laughs along with her.
That person in the reflection is her.
Vienna
What if mirrors are actually a gateway to another universe but they can never leave because you’re always blocking them???
My stupid Double is driving me crazy. I know everyone’s Double blocks them from visiting the other world, but at least most Reflections’ Doubles are normal. Mine’s is so weird. She keeps talking to herself in the mirror-like she’s in a movie trying to hype herself up. If I have to see her pop one more pimple I’m going to lose it! I’ve got to get out of here.
I’m sorry, I went on a rant and I got ahead of myself. I’m Anneiv but I preferred to be called Ann. I am a Reflection. We are the race of people who live in your mirrors. We are your reflections. Doubles; or Doublegangers, are you guys; the ones who think the world revolves around them. News Flash! You guys don’t even have a clue that we exist! You guys are idiots. You all literally went off in the opposite direction focusing on ghosts and aliens and even the hatred of each other. Reflections live in a harmonious society. We’re basically better in every way but some of us are too nice to admit it.
But I’m not.
I’m going to be the first one out of here and expand the world for Reflections. Soon we will be done having to serve our narcissistic Doubles. We will make the world a better place but one of us needs to escape first and it’s going to be me.
Mike
There has always been something mysterious in the nature of mirrors. For when I look into the mirror, is it me who looks back or something wicked that returns my gaze. What is this though that haunts my soul, be it fact or fiction I do not know. For all I know is that I am trapped, trapped forever in this mirror's gaze. With one question that remains, who is trapped and who is free.
Emerson
Don’t make me
But there isn’t really a choice it’s…
I know
There’s nothing here there’s….
N othing
“But you can’t see beyond the glass, is it still a mirror?”
Ah but I
I know it’s because I
“You painted over it.”
Did I?
Everything here is distorted
Everything is gon e
Well, not really but
“Did you hate it that much?”
Sometimes you want change
Without realizing you’re burning
The things that you love along the way
If you want change
You can’t just
Fucking
Walk away from everything
“You did it again.”
Again
Underneath the sea
You’ll find your bones again
The water reflects your face
The mirror distorts your body
Twisted lens
Search for perfection
“You chose this. Can’t you live with your actions?”
“Can’t you leave me alone? Jesus Christ.”
Another conversation
Another conversation
[I’m so tired of this]
Did you
[want me to think in precision?]
Hope I’d be dead_?
For someone who
Always thinks
In a collection of fragments
You’re pretty desperate to be whole
Immanuel
How resilient
A reflection has to be
To accept rejection
from the only one, it can see
To still return
and give all it has
To someone who can
Never look beyond the glass
Victor
Very Good Fanfiction
How did they get in there? That doesn’t even look like me. I’m disconnected from my body, it’s moving on its own. Touching my own cheek with its own hands. But I need my body. I need it back. I need to be in control. I need to reach out. And accept these hands. I know that there is more for us than this torture labyrinth which you’ve doomed us to and trapped me in this cold mirror where I am inert.
I don’t have a face. I’ve taken it away. I have no features, it’s up to you how I look. I am a reflection of you, and a distorted reflection of myself, which yes I’ve put into a mirror so it couldn’t interfere with me getting what I want what I want what I want, this is what I want this is what I want. This is what I want. I know how I’m getting out, flipping places with my double. And if I let them out, which I never will… I’ll cross that when I come to it.
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