Mirrors Stories

England, 1911. People are vanishing off the streets and estates of industrial towns, never to be seen again. Edie Finch, a Lady's Maid, never expected to get involved -until a chance meeting with a strange girl simply known as Jenny changes everything. Soon she is swept up into a wild adventure of mud monsters, rogue scullery maids and a man in the mirror... *( Jenny, the Doctor and the Morax are owned by the BBC, but the rest of the characters are my own. By the way ,the name PERICLES is normally pronounced perr-i-kleez, but here you pronounce it PERR-I-KULZ)*

Look in the mirror. Do you like what you see? No? Why is that? Maybe it's the way your teeth are, or maybe it's your freckles. Maybe the fact that your hair is slightly frizzy. No it's not that? Really? Then what is it then? It's this thing I like to call imperfection. Cover by _wonders

A lost, grieving soul enters the jaws of an insatiable beast, where the eyes of uncannily well-preserved paintings reach for her weary, lonesome corpse like crows. This mansion has no history to be felt or heard; it's as if the rooms are hollow and ravenous, their stale tranquillity broken by irregular draughts that send shudders down her spine as oppressive as the clattering of a needle to the floor. There lie secrets. Secrets and betrayals. In the mirrors, familiar faces crawl out from their eternal doom to grasp her pale skin and whisper trenchant advice into her ears with a sickly tongue, hearing her heartbeat like the ticking of a clock; candles that breathe within her. Those faces have lain so long in wait among the stitches and threads of madness, waiting for her arrival. Though the hours crawl onwards, she remains, watching and listening to the whispers of sorrow that lurk behind her at every acrimonious gust of wind howling through the mouth of the great beast. What awaits her within these halls, engulfed in oppressive, potent mists of grief? Who may she meet in the reflections of trembling malady? Through it all, that face haunts her every step. Yellow skin and seething eyes. Ink-stained and bloody. Cackling as insidious as death. Woeful as grief.

"I probably would've been better off never knowing who I really was."

Dziewczyna, wokół której mają miejsce dziwne wydarzenia. Przepowiednia mówiąca o zniszczeniu, cierpieniu, poświęceniu. I odbicia. Żądne zemsty i krwi istoty, które nie spoczną, póki nie osiągną swojego celu. Okładka: @Zajebistybanan

This is the timeline of events leading to the regime's rise to power and the justification for its creation.

Mommy always told me to smile... Now, the whole world smiles with me.

The horrifying tale of a cow.

Every night, she dreams of a boy bathed in moonlight - a figure who holds her gently, creating an intimate connection in a world that vanishes with the first light of dawn. Each evening, he returns to her, aware that with the arrival of morning, she will forget him, their moments together fading like wisps of smoke. This bittersweet cycle continues, allowing her to experience joy in the fleeting embrace of this ethereal love. However, one particular night unfolds differently; the morning does not arrive as expected. The darkness lingers, and for the first time, the dream does not dissipate into reality. Instead, it transforms into something more tangible, a lasting presence that brings both comfort and confusion. As the hours stretch on, she finds herself wrapped in his warmth, exploring the depths of their connection without the impending threat of daylight. In this unwavering twilight, memories that typically fade become vivid and rich. The boy, a keeper of secrets and emotions, guides her through this realm between realms, where longing and desire blossom in unexpected ways. Their quiet love, unconfined by the boundaries of time, unveils the complexities of existence, weaving a tapestry rich with depth and meaning, suspended between two worlds. {Rankings on 27-05-2026} #63 exo out of 62.5K #15 exofanfic out of 4.63K #63 pov out of 13.4k

Anastasia has died. She shouldn't be walking the earth, and yet-she is. Brought back by accident, Cassian now carries the weight of her unnatural return, haunted by what it might mean. As strange events unfold around her, he can't shake the feeling that it's all his fault. This is their story-a journey through a world steeped in magic, mystery, and the price of second chances. (Note: I use ChatGPT to edit. It is marked completed, but I will likely be re-reading and editing to update the chapters. There are some inconsistencies still in there that I need to fix. I am mostly doing this because I find it fun creating stories, not because I am that great at writing lol Thank you and enjoy!)

(A Story For My Alternate Version Of Series 5) The Doctor And Amy Land In The Woods Where They Discover A Large Collection Of Various Mirrors Some Old And Broken And Some Recent They See A House In The Distance And They Begin Walking Towards It They Realize A Young Boy Named Jason Lives In The House And Jason Can See Monsters In Reflections But Not In Reality

What would you do if you have no where else to go but 1. Wander around in darkness or 2. Go through the maze of mirrors to find something that might save your life from what you may ask? Read to find out.

Rayne is forced to run away, leaving something very precious to her behind. She has five days before she catches a train up north to start a new life, but things don’t go to plan. Rayne meets the mysterious and enigmatic Cameron who tells her an amazing secret that turns her world upside-down. From there her life becomes a roller-coaster of adventure, love, loss betrayal and action but what Cameron didn't tell her is that that others also know the secret and plan to use it for more malicious purposes. Please vote, fan and comment But most of all enjoy the story

The blood makes them happy and smile. They kill to make new creations. They kill for the sake of children. Others kill for the heart breaks and vengeance. Not able to stand the abused of the world so the person talks. The mirror is no other than a repeat.

Writing prompt: You see the love of your life ten years before you first meet, and they aren't at all what you expected. Word limit: 2000.

Welcome to your last memory. Vee Lanier doesn't remember checking in. But the Velvet Motel remembers her. A flickering neon sign. A room that changes numbers. A stranger's jacket still warm with someone else's ghost. And a closet that only opens when she lies. Every night, a new Polaroid appears-closer, clearer, wrong. In every image, she's asleep. But someone is always watching. Sometimes from the hallway. Sometimes from inside the room. Sometimes... from behind her eyes. The staff says she's always been in Room 107. She swears she walked into 108. The front desk clerk never blinks. The landline won't stop ringing. And her own reflection has started whispering. Caught in a motel that feeds on memory, guilt, and unspoken things, Vee must uncover what really happened that night-before the Velvet Motel erases her for good. But the truth doesn't just set you free here. It opens the door. And once you see what's waiting on the other side... You can never check out.

"The bar was still, silent, a rare occurrence but far from an unwelcome one. Usually the place was filled to the brim with rowdy gang members, leather-clad men and women, gray-streaked and fresh-faced, spread from counter to door. They'd be celebrating a victory or squabbling over a stolen beer or licking their wounds after a messy dispute. But not that night." Beatrice is in a familiar place with an unfamiliar atmosphere. What strangeness has overcome this refuge of hers? • • • Initially published on November 18, 2025, at Short Fiction Break, this story was a contestant in The Write Practice's 2025 Fall Writing Contest. All rights belong to Allie April Knox. Allie April Knox is a native to the farmland of Central New York, as well as a ballet dancer, music teacher, and avid crocheter. She can usually be found listening to movie soundtracks amidst writing about the unnatural aspects of our seemingly normal reality.