Mr. Hour and Little Magpie
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Writing stuff. Reading books. Probably just dump something here from time to time.
Prompt: You begin to realize that your reflection is no longer appearing in mirrors.
November 18, 2024 at 3:12 PM
The days passed by, and my reflection gradually got transparent, leaving nothing behind to prove that I once existed. I was here, but not there. I was alive, but not my soul. I was nothing but an empty vessel with a beating heart, forever looking for something to fulfill the blankness within.
November 18, 2024 at 3:10 PM
The days passed by, and my reflection gradually got transparent, leaving nothing behind to prove that I once existed. I was here, but not there. I was alive, but not my soul. I was nothing but an empty vessel with a beating heart, forever looking for something to fulfill the blankness within.
My eyes became vacant like an empty glass yearning to hold something. That said something was gone from the depth of my eyes, and I could tell this much even though I couldn't put a name for it. The blank stare greeted me with stillness, holding my wholeness there in the boring gaze.
November 18, 2024 at 3:10 PM
My eyes became vacant like an empty glass yearning to hold something. That said something was gone from the depth of my eyes, and I could tell this much even though I couldn't put a name for it. The blank stare greeted me with stillness, holding my wholeness there in the boring gaze.
I looked up. Yes, I looked up. I didn't know how many times I had repeated this ritual. Somehow it felt new and painstakingly familiar at the same time: this gesture, this posture, this impression. The edge of my reflection began to blur, and then my whole complexion.
November 18, 2024 at 3:10 PM
I looked up. Yes, I looked up. I didn't know how many times I had repeated this ritual. Somehow it felt new and painstakingly familiar at the same time: this gesture, this posture, this impression. The edge of my reflection began to blur, and then my whole complexion.
I felt a beat. And then two beats. A familiar rhythm slowly crept into me, devouring me from within. I had no idea how long it had passed since that day. But, slowly, I awoke. Everything felt different. Cold air nestling my bare arms. Subtle vibration of my muscles. Gentle caress of soft sheets.
November 18, 2024 at 3:03 PM
I felt a beat. And then two beats. A familiar rhythm slowly crept into me, devouring me from within. I had no idea how long it had passed since that day. But, slowly, I awoke. Everything felt different. Cold air nestling my bare arms. Subtle vibration of my muscles. Gentle caress of soft sheets.
Everything was black and silent even in my sleep. My dreams become a place of empty solace, a space of nothingness, a frozen eternity on the thread of time. I was floating, but I also lied on the bed, simultaneously. My mind was there and here, and aimlessly wandering in a nameless labyrinth.
November 18, 2024 at 3:01 PM
Everything was black and silent even in my sleep. My dreams become a place of empty solace, a space of nothingness, a frozen eternity on the thread of time. I was floating, but I also lied on the bed, simultaneously. My mind was there and here, and aimlessly wandering in a nameless labyrinth.
I had no idea what happened. I had no idea what to do. Maybe it was just my imagination or my eyes were still recovering from the damage, the injury that I shouldn't even have survived from it.
My heart already stopped and I was declared clinically dead for two and a half minutes. Or so I thought.
My heart already stopped and I was declared clinically dead for two and a half minutes. Or so I thought.
November 18, 2024 at 2:49 PM
I had no idea what happened. I had no idea what to do. Maybe it was just my imagination or my eyes were still recovering from the damage, the injury that I shouldn't even have survived from it.
My heart already stopped and I was declared clinically dead for two and a half minutes. Or so I thought.
My heart already stopped and I was declared clinically dead for two and a half minutes. Or so I thought.
When I looked up, for the first time after darkness had blinded me for a long time, I noticed something different. Something was off.
My reflection somewhat faded. The lines and the edges were a little blurry as if someone had hurriedly erased it, and forgot to finish the work.
My reflection somewhat faded. The lines and the edges were a little blurry as if someone had hurriedly erased it, and forgot to finish the work.
November 18, 2024 at 2:45 PM
When I looked up, for the first time after darkness had blinded me for a long time, I noticed something different. Something was off.
My reflection somewhat faded. The lines and the edges were a little blurry as if someone had hurriedly erased it, and forgot to finish the work.
My reflection somewhat faded. The lines and the edges were a little blurry as if someone had hurriedly erased it, and forgot to finish the work.