M I R R O R E D

M I R R O R E D

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Have you ever wondered what it could be like, through the mirror world? Have you ever once wondered if THEY, from the mirror, have lives of their own? Maybe you have, maybe you haven't. There are ways to transport yourself inside the mirror world, but be warned, what seems like a magical fairy tail may turn out as a horrible reality... •~•~•~•~• Please read, I'm an amateur at these kinds of things, so if you don't like it, then suck it... Lol, JK. like bro, I'm still 12 years old, so don't go 'HEY THIS STORY'S TERRIBLE' when you've already been warned about it. P.S. Originally, this story was being made by me looking at a picture of a swan that was mirrored in a pond, but then, I'm already starting to base it on Coraline, but I won't make it to be the same as that amazing story.
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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