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There used to be a mirror situated in the middle of a huge castle. It was abandoned and the place was run down. The little buildings beside it housed the homeless that had no home left after The Burning. I was just a child when I ran into the old dusty home of a princess. I was curious at the age of ten. So, as any immature, impulsive child would do, I explored a bit. What I found was so fascinating to me I went back the next day. And so on. I must have explored much of the "East Palace" before I stumbled upon a huge mirror. The mirror was s...
Submitted to Contest #97
Looking out from my window, I see the stars. The beautiful stars that shone brightly in contrast to the dark night sky. They were all so different. All so special in their own way. Some shone more brightly. Some seemed to fade quietly into the background. Those are personalities. Unique to each individual. One of them is me. That one? The one that looks like it's waving? No, that is my friend. My friend whose personality brightens the day. That one that looks kinda quiet? No, that's my dead parents. Their quiet aura that brought calmness. Wh...
There it sat. A glass window that I had punched through at the age of six. When my parents' eyes suddenly had a look. A look I didn't recognize at the time. A look I later realized was horror and disgust. They looked at my surprised face and glared at it. As if all the innocence I possessed was being drained from me. As if I myself was becoming inhuman as their malicious eyes traveled across my snowy skin. At first, I was confused. I wanted to ask them what was wrong. But one look at their eyes and I would pretend like everything was normal....
Submitted to Contest #95
It was odd, at the beginning, perhaps because I had never known what it felt like to be behind. I have always seen the flickers of doubt in others’ eyes. Those teary eyes of worry and those desperate eyes of evil. Yes, I have seen them all through my own parents. But never have they been in me. To me, that was a new low; to have to struggle and stumble around just to keep going. It felt like climbing a tall brick wall to reach for the sky. It was impossible.Then, one day, everything clicked. Like I was living in a black and white world and w...
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