Visual Dare 19: Mirror

 

 My life in the Mirror is the real one. I think. I peer at myself and everything behind me. Uncertain, I turn. I see everything except me. I feel lost. Where am I? I'm being swallowed by the water, sinking so far down, choking on my own vanity...

Turn back.

There I am. I am not drowning. I am free.

The fingers clutching the Mirror suggest I am anything but. I try not to look down, I hate to see it crawling, sneaking up my left leg. Instead I look at my feet, crouched above the water. I know it’s abnormal to stand on water, I ought to be sinking.

My eyes catch my reflection and I pause at the terror within them. One day the water won’t hold me. And I won’t have the strength to break free because I’m perfectly captured by the Mirror.

I’ve already drowned.

 

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Well then. That was weird, even for me. Hope you enjoy... Feedback always appreciated. :)

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Kenzie

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Visual Dare: Up

Guys. Two whole flash fiction posts in one week? I must be inspired. ;)

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"Aw, Brady... Mama don't like it when you climb!" Daisy yelled at her twin brother, hands on her hips.

Brady eyed the dog below. "I ain't comin' down, nu-uh!

Daisy rolled her eyes. "He's just a puppy." She patted the dog's head, who wriggled with pleasure. "See?"

"He got all the friends he needs."

"Dang it, Brady... You don't got no sense." Daisy stomped her foot.

The dog barked and Brady climbed higher up the street pole.

"We're gonna be late!"

"Say, what's this word here?" Brady pointed, suddenly curious.

"Read it yourself," Daisy muttered. "Ya got plenty of it."

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Out of the Hermit Hole

I'm poking my head up to say, hi! :)

Today I participated in a flash fiction dare, something I haven't done in months and I felt like posting it...

VISUAL DARE: The Odd Couple

Breakfast is literally stupid.

Now, dearest pussy-wussy, you promised!

Sandra set out bowls, pretending to ignore them.

You foul feathered -

No name calling!

Witch!

No!

Despite the loneliness of the island, sometimes Sandra occasionally questioned her last wish. She stepped to her porch and set a green bottle on the rail.

The genie woke up with a grotesque face.

“You could have turned my parents into the same species,” Sandra grinned.

The genie glared. “The wish was odd, the couple is odd.”

Sandra winced as a crow shriek came from the kitchen.

PUSSY-WUSSY!

“I'm never marrying,” the genie groaned. 

100 Words. 

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Day 5: Visual Dare

"After fifty years you'd think someone would have scrapped the thing," Jerry grumbled and filled his lungs with cigarette smoke. "The stories are bad enough…”

“I think it’s magical.”

 Jerry grunted but was secretly amused at his eight year old niece. The old black truck had resided on Twelfth Street for years but the legends surrounding it had never attracted him. He threw his cigarette to the ground and went inside the antique store.

Little Lucy stared at the car for a long time.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “He’s gone.”

One headlight burned bright and disappeared. Lucy wasn’t surprised.

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