Roksan A Narrative Fiction

And then I saw what seemed to be the prodigy side of me--because I had never seen that face before. I looked at my reflection, blinking so I could see more clearly. The girl staring back at me was angry, powerful. This girl and I were the same. I had new thoughts, willful thoughts, or rather thoughts filled with lots of won 'ts.

Aiko stood shivering in the cold. She was leaning on a wall in the dark cave.

These are the images she recently did when her heart was filled with joy and she is always looking forward on the upcoming stories to tell. She is hoping that there will be no closing of doors and no more hiding. Now, the story of this girl is not yet done because this is just one her journey. As of the moment the art inside her continues to build dreams for her reality and when I look at the mirror I see this girl looking at

I blankly stared at the ceiling thinking about the sadness of earlier today when suddenly I was in a vast, black expanse. It was much like outer space but instead of stars, there were glowing, floating orbs of my memories. “Where am I?” I asked in general. I can’t explain it but suddenly I felt another person’s presence and I turned around. There I saw a mirror image of myself staring back at me. Well, almost mirror image. Although she was my size, had my blue eyes, had my brown

Almost everyone has a moment in their life when the world ceases to turn, when the clouds still and the very breath of the soul stands frozen. Revelation, realization and inspiration all collide in an epiphany of tumultuous truth. A split second when one’s life is displayed, not as the guise so artfully rendered day in and day out, but in brutal, Technicolor honesty. The lies that bind so tightly unravel and leave you bare, at least to yourself. Some call it insight, I just call it ugly. Because that is all I saw when the mirror shattered my soul, leaving me metaphorically bleeding and bereft. There was no warm person asleep inside of me waiting to wake up, no golden intent I could draw on for comfort, or even a spirit guide caught beneath

The slim, white framed mirror positioned in the corner of my room glares back at me, projecting a transparent image of reality. The reflective glass reveals my hazel brown eyes, pale smile, freckled face and confident stature. Yet what lies beyond the perfection–beyond the seemingly faultless façade–is a tsunami of fear suppressing the strength I once possessed…

The house was dark. All of the windows were paneled with wood, leaving the slightest crack of daylight. However, the sun would soon no longer be in the sky, and the house would be pitch black. While glancing at the windows in the hallway, I heard thundering footsteps rising up the stairs. “Jilliann,” he said forcefully, “Look behind you.” I turned around and saw a little girl standing a foot away from me. She was wearing a long crème dress and all of her facial features were hidden by her knotty black hair. Suddenly, a cloth bag was pulled over my head and I was thrown onto the ground with a powerful knock to the

The only thing Prim was sure of was the world she’d once lived in was very different to the world she was living in now. Primrose Everdeen lay on her bed staring at the pale grey of the ceiling in complete darkness. Since the reaping, her daily life had felt so surreal, to the point where she was certain this was all a dream. Prim’s balance of reality had toppled over and everything she was once certain of has been cast into doubt. Prim sat up slowly, carefully getting to her feet, worried the ground may not be as solid as she once thought. She floated down the hallway, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the wall. Her blonde hair hung lifelessly over her narrow shoulders, her skin was pale and colourless. She paced down the narrow

In the morning, Claire spied a mirror from her bed and asked one of the nurses to hand it to her. With the piece of reflective glass, she caught a glimpse of her own reflection. She hadn’t seen herself in so long. Her dark auburn locks were plastered to her abnormally pasty skin. The green of her eyes was barely visible because they were sunken back in her sockets. She looked like a hot

Laughter erupted from the soul who had touched her back. It was Faith. Her best friend couldn't control her high-pitched, infectious giggling that Rozalin caught like a disease. Even through her laugther, Rozalin managed to punch Faith in the arm with all her might. Suddenly, the pixie's giggling came to a holt.

In front of an old rocking chair stood Becca with wavy black hair neatly comb, smooth caramel color skin, the brightest brown eye I had ever seen. I could not believe what I was seeing. I could see so much of me in her, and her smile was breathtaking. Her her high cheekbones fit her face perfectly. It was almost like seeing my reflection in a mirror.

My reflection was pensive as I stared at the window. I found myself sitting in homeroom. The lights were dimmed with only the soft disturbance sound of scratching pencils and tapping rain. My notebook was opened, and on a page, I had sketched the house I had seen on Friday. The third door. I hadn’t seen Gemma since the experience. Aside from an early morning glimpse, afar, as she floated off toward class. She appeared exceptionally distraught after the last experience, though I couldn't blame her. But I had a suspicion she didn't want to see me, converse.

As I stood motionless in front of the vast mirror, I am entranced by its resemblance to an undisturbed lake. The comparison created a unique elegance about it that one would notice with just a glance. Studying the details of the mirror from the frame to what it captured on the inside, I suddenly spotted a young woman. She had not been there when I began to admire the mirrors imperfect beauty. This intrigued my curiosity as I began to examine the mystery person. By just looking at her I could tell she had a special type of confidence wrapped around her, the type a person can only find when they embrace what makes them who they are. Her skin tone held a hint of gold that complemented her thick dark hair, which ran to her waist in harmonizing curls and waves. The one thing I could not decipher is her ethnicity; anyone who quickly gazed at her would think she was maybe Hispanic or possibly Hawaiian. As I looked deeper into her facial features, I saw through common perception and see that she has a lot more to her than most realize. With every new detail she became more familiar, and was certain I had seen glimpses of her my whole life. In that moment when our eyes met, the mystery about her in the beginning turned into enlightenment. The person reflected within her bright brown eyes was me.

She took a deep breath and slowly opened her eyes while emerging from the damaged spacecraft. Bright green grass awaited her along with trees all around and the smell of fresh rain dropping from the sky above. Raegan took a moment to wrap her head around what she had just experienced. It was only supposed to be a mission to collect data about the rings of Saturn. She knew she went through something odd, something scientists had only said been a theory not yet proved. A wormhole; a fold in space. Raegan didn’t quite know where she was. All she was aware of was that something went unplanned, and she crashed on a planet. She didn’t know where she was, either her home planet, Earth, or another planet, perhaps a different universe. Anything could

I carefully crawl in through her window and take in the sight in front of me. I see pictures of her smiling in her graduation robe and cheer outfits, there is a pile of stuffed animals at the center of her bed with a small smile stitched on its face, and all types of medals hanging on the wall. She always wanted to be the best and her room showed it. I pull out some scissors from my pocket and go over to the dozens of pictures she has, and start to cut her face out of all of them. Once all of her pictures become faceless, I put the scissors back into my bag and move over to her bed. I grab the first stuffed animal I saw and ripped its soft, fluffy head of it’s body with cotton spilling out everywhere. I do the same thing for the rest of the stuffed animals until they are all in the same decapitated state. Then I move over to the medals out on the wall and pull out my next favorite tool, pliers. I use the pliers to bend the metal to create a new medal. Soon enough her previous boring round medals are now beautiful balls of bent metal. I put the pliers back in my pocket and move over to my last spot, her makeup mirror. I walk over and see three reflections of myself stare back. They’re all smirking as I take her apple red lipstick and write all over the shiny reflection. I was going to make sure that she knew just how perfect she really was. Once I was done, I smiled at my work and hid in the darkest corner of her