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Old 04-08-2013, 02:00 AM

I used to keep a writing blog, but it was for school, and now that I'm done with it, I need a new place to try out ideas and just generally get better at writing creatively. This seems to be a good place to do that.

Comments and critiques are welcome!

---------- Post added 04-08-2013 at 11:24 AM ----------

She lived in mirrors-- snatches of reflection that nobody else needed, blank spaces where no one looked. Nobody ever noticed her lurking just outside their line of sight. Sometimes she wished someone would. It's not that she wasn't used to being alone. She always had been, after all. But whenever she looked out into the world her mirrors showed her, she saw people. Sometimes they were happy, sometimes sad, sometimes alone like her. And she couldn't help but think that maybe, if she could only get someone to see her the way she saw them, the two of them together could make something bigger than themselves.

But it wasn't meant to be. She could not talk, after all. She could not take up the center of a mirror without spoiling the reflection and getting the looking glass broken or thrown away. On the few occasions when she felt someone else's eyes upon her, those eyes always quickly slid off of her and back into contemplation of themselves.

She learned, eventually, to take pleasure in the small things the people gave her-- the sweetness of a young girl realizing her beauty for the first time, the amusement of a teenage boy flexing his muscles, the delight of a child learning to make faces, the nostalgia of an old couple looking in and remembering who they were twenty years ago. Such times, such memories, were her treasures, and she loved them so much that she did not even notice when she began to fade into them.

She did not so much die as vanish, made less and less herself with each new borrowed memory she held in her heart. Curiously enough, when she was finally gone, she was missed (though no one had known she existed). Looking into a mirror was less pleasant without her gentleness looking back. People began to notice their flaws, their failings, and hate their reflections. To this day, none but the most vain will spend any time with mirrors.

 



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