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Vanity
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Ongoing, First published Apr 08, 2020
When, Emerie, a young teenaged girl comes home to the unraveling of her mother, she is forced to relive one of the darkest moments in her past. 

Taking place in the city of Padanta, everyone knows to hold onto their Mirrors which they use to monitor their emotionauras, what they believe is a physical representation of the true soul, the state of someone's internal being. After all, everyone had heard of the haunting experiences that those who neglected their Mirrors experienced. Dangerous when unkempt, Padanta's citizens are dedicated to self-reflection as a lifestyle.

Ms. Dey, Emerie's mother, has not used her Mirror in two years and has not turned back. Perhaps this explains why Emerie recognizes her mother less and less, and the recent frightening activities within her home. As her mother's monsters become her own, Emerie is faced with the choice to run or risk hurting the one she loves most.
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.