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The Gilded Looking Glass: Chapter 2
The hand reaching into the attic was comically large for being attached to the comparatively little person stepping through the mirror. To use the word “person,” at least in the sense that people seem to use it in reference to other people who are, importantly, human, would perhaps be false. Each finger on the hand was excessively long and pointed, and if the soft, slipper-like shoes had been removed from the feet they would be revealed to be likewise. The face of the small person, now fully through the looking glass and into the attic, was round, pointed at the chin, framed by two ears which also pointed slightly at the tops. The ears were peeking out from petal-soft hair, the color of grass in the springtime. Most of the face was dominated by two lilac eyes, barely divided from each other by a tiny upturned nose that sat above a rather wide, smiling mouth. The reader will perhaps recognize this creature-person as a pixie, likely from the forest given the elongated hands and feet. It is also worth noting that this particular pixie was a female. She was dressed quite elegantly in a fine silk tunic that was clearly too big for her, amusingly contrasted with bare, spindly legs below the knee and practical shoes. It would certainly be easier to refer to this pixie by her name, but names are curiously powerful things, and one should not go about freely offering their own name about. Or the names of others, for that matter.
By Chloë J.4 years ago in Fiction
Dietlinde's Path
I lean back in my chair. One Perditan day after my arrival, the life I once knew has forever changed. "So, you're telling me, now that I'm a Mavrica, there is no way to undo my transformation?"
By Brian Drake4 years ago in Fiction
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How did I get here? Trapped underwater. Struggling to survive. The pressure was rapidly building in my lungs. I pushed toward the surface, in the direction of the purple lightning. The distance between myself and the top seemed to be getting further away as my strength rapidly depleted in my attempt to escape this watery grave. Forcefully pushing the water down to gain leverage created a barrage of bubbles and pieces of lumber from the disjointing ship began falling into the water around me adding to the chaotic state of the stormy water. I could not see through the dark sea which led to even more panic inside my bursting chest. I knew I needed to survive but that felt like an impossible task. I began to give into my inevitable fate and lifelessly floated in the darkness. Except there was a light coming from above that was not the striking of the purple lightning. The sky was lighting up, and above me I could see her. The girl that had jumped with me, motioning for me to come toward her, to keep on fighting. I pushed the water down again and again until I reached the top. The surface was only an inch thick but still more than I could break from below. I banged on the ice that was holding me hostage with my fists and the girl on the other side was slamming her foot downward attempting to crack the shell. Fear penetrated my body as the chill from the frigid water slowly crept up my legs and directly through my chest. I screamed for help, expelling the remainder of my oxygen reserves. The bubbles in the water lifted my body and pressed me directly against the ice as I went limp. I heard the crack and several voices shouting in panic just before I blacked out.
By C.L. Deslongchamp 4 years ago in Fiction
Mismatched Mailing
Eyrie, Harbinger and Watchman, let out a string of vile curses. Quietly, so as not to let the Disciples hear. It would not do to let them witness her distress.
By Kristen Slade4 years ago in Fiction
Chronicles of Idukuria (Chapter 7)
Chapter 7 “So you say your name is Amal?” "Yes, I came here because she ran away from home about two weeks ago. I called the police and told everyone I know but...no one answered my call for help. But I found this in my sister's room.
By Cyber Dragon4 years ago in Fiction
The Mermaid of Lake Dreary
Hi dad, I was going to share this over dinner, but then I got your message. I guess this book is really important. I’m glad you’re continuing mom’s research. It’s kinda strange she didn’t let us know what she was doing, isn’t it? I guess she wanted to make it a surprise.
By Amanda Fernandes4 years ago in Fiction
The Holidays Were Never the Same
Portland, Oregon – 1982 I can still remember how I felt when I sat there against the living room window. Beside me was our pine tree adorned with numerous ornaments and strings of colored lights. I remember the snow falling outside; the houses were lit up brightly, illuminating the kids playing outside.
By Tyler Delmotte4 years ago in Fiction
The Gilded Looking Glass: Chapter One
If anyone had ever been brave enough to venture inside Number 138, they would have found every single room empty. Not one piece of furniture, nor a solitary pot or pan. No lamps, and no lightbulbs in the ceiling fixtures. Odd, as one may recall reports of lights seen in windows from time to time. A particularly courageous person, upon entering the house, may have moved from room to vacant room, leaving a trail of footprints in the dust behind them. They would perhaps be apprehensive at first, but as no bogeyman appeared, they may have felt rather silly for believing in a quiet old town’s superstitions about an obviously abandoned house. A completely fearless person, having taken stock of the unoccupied dwelling, may have even elected to test their mettle by going upstairs, into the untidy attic at the top of the untidy house. If they had (though no one residing on Steven Street ever did), they would have been met with the sight of the strangest assortment of clutter they had ever seen.
By Chloë J.4 years ago in Fiction
Estranged
In the days leading up to her capture, Avalyn took a look around the place she had called home the most recently. It was a far cry from her childhood home where she grew up with two loving parents and Judd, their golden retriever. She tried to remember where things had gone so very wrong.
By Krystle Lynn Rederer4 years ago in Fiction
The Gilded Looking Glass: Prologue
For decades, the mirror was left undisturbed. It sat, shrouded in white cloth and mystery in the corner of an untidy attic, at the top of an untidy house at the end of a pristine street. Number 8, Steven Street in the unremarkable town of Roebuck. Much like everything else in the attic, the mirror had long been forgotten. Silent music boxes, motionless spinning tops and moth-eaten gowns, along with other disregarded trinkets, kept the mirror company in its silent vigil. And so the attic remained for a long, long time.
By Chloë J.4 years ago in Fiction
The Stage of the In-Between
(This is the seventh installment of the My Alternates series. If you haven't already, read the first here.) Luciana sat at the edge of the pond. It had long since frozen over and the chill in the air crept through her jacket and into her bones.
By L. J. Knight 4 years ago in Fiction
Thrill Seekers
We jump out of perfectly good airplanes just to take a look around. Leap off cliffs at the local quarry found on higher ground.
By J.W. Baird4 years ago in Fiction