Mirror! Mirror!

Fiction | Inspired by the prompt 'Microdosing - 100mg of a torment' from The Fiction Dealer.

Before you step into this micro tale, know that your curiosity fuels the shadows and shapes within. Each page holds whispers that waited just for you. So thank you—for daring to wander here. If you enjoy the stories, consider subscribing below to support my work—your support means the world!

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Her face is a canvas: lines of shadow, powder, and shades of dusk. Skin softened beneath a brush; lashes curl, framing eyes like opaline wells. Her lips bloom, painted scarlet, like bloodied roses left in the frost.

But watch the mirror closely, and an ashen face stares back. Lips withered as wilted petals. Haggard cheekbones draped in sallow skin, blotched with decay. Eyes, hollow, sink deep like murky pits in a landscape of shriveled flesh.

And if you listen closely to her reflection, you will hear a soul in silent torment. An endless scream, a plea for escape, bound within glass.