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Deceiving Reflections
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Ongoing, First published Nov 19, 2014
We fake emotions and Mirrors fake reality.
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She caught sight of a small paper fallen just beside the mirror. She bent low to take a look at the paper. It was papyrus- the old type in which ancient scripts were written. Was she going to die the traditional way? There was a certain type of script written on the paper. She knew it all too well. Her parents had taught her the script all her existence. It read

"No don't you worry this ain't a game

You are misunderstood, death isn't the same

Read this aloud, you'd know where you lie

Do this and you won't have to die

'Take me away, oh shall you, the winds?

Far far away in the land of the odds.'"

As soon as she read whatever was written in the papyrus creepy paper, gush of winds surrounded her like a second skin and after that she couldn't perceive the difference between reality and dreams as she was transported to a land ehich shr never knew existed.
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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.