Flash Fiction: Wing Mirror

There it is, that blasted black Bentley.

I can see it clearly in my wing mirror. My instincts are telling me to get as far away from it as I can. It’s a wonder that my sedan has been able to keep ahead for so long. In fact, I believe that the Bentley’s driver is toying with me. The black car is close now. I can see the driver’s face. Is that a fucking skull? Wait, where did he go?
Ohhh Lord! He’s in my rear seat!! Carrying a bloody SCYTHE!!

Objects in mirror are closer than they appear…

Word Count: 99


Carrot Ranch January 3 Flash Fiction Challenge

Twittering Tale: Don’t Peek

It has existed for many years.
Every subsequent generation is told about the mirror. How it is to remain undisturbed and untouched, no peeking. But, every generation has one inquisitive one. My little had brother removed the white sheet and peeked into it.

He is still inside….

Character Count: 278


Twittering Tales #109 – 6 November 2018

FTS Project #1: Mirror of Erised

I look into the extraordinary mirror.

I see a boy of sixteen looking back, all skin-and-bones, but smiling. I look down at my translucent, spectral body.

How I wish…

Word Count: 29


Finish The Story Prompt by Suchita

Weekend Writing Prompt #79 – Translucent

FOWC with Fandango – Extraordinary

This is the first micro fiction story in the Finish The Story Project (FTS Project)

You can find out more about the project here

Read more about The Mirror of Erised


Stay tuned, a lot more to come in this project!

Happy reading! 🙂

Flash Fiction: The Shed in the Mirror

A mirror reflectingNothing abnormal. That is how mirrors work. Right?

Recently, I had come across a garage sale. An old man had put up the sale, it was not going well. No customers, and the lawn was filled with junk. I exited my car and decided to check it out. Among all the balderdash objects for sale I noticed a mirror priced at peanuts. It’s reflection showed the shed. A lady went inside it, followed by the old man, axe in hand.

“Please pay in the shed.”

I ran away before the old man could say or do anymore.

Word Count: 100


Friday Fictioneers 31st August, 2018

DAILY THREE-WORD PROMPT 1st September, 2018

BrewNSpew Cafe – August 27, 2018

Flash Fiction: The Mirror

Dressing up had taken some time, but it was finally done. It was time for a quick rehearsal.

I walked up to the mirror. I definitely looked the part, with the deerstalker and pipe. The squeaky clean, new mirror, showed my reflection clearly. It was worth the 0.75 pounds I had paid for it. I twisted and turned, checking myself out from all the angles, and I must say I had a done a damn good job. I was definitely going to do well on my audition. However, my look alone was not going to win me the part. I needed to be ace at my acting as well. In my mentor’s words, I needed to feel my role and become my character. I coughed and rehearsed my line in my best British accent.

Elementary my dear Watson.”

“You know he never said that, right?”

Came a voice from the mirror.

Word Count: 150


Fractured Faith Flash Fiction Challenge – The Mirror


Weekend Writing Prompt “Elementary”


Image Credit: Leon Gordon Elegant Man in Mirror painting

Six Sentence Story: Investigate

The investigation was yielding no results.

The victim had been strangled to death.

The visible finger imprints on her neck made that all too clear.

However, the fingerprint analysis could not identify the murderer.

If only they had checked the mirror image of the fingerprints.

Her reflection would have been arrested.

Image Credits: https://www.wallpaperup.com/27093/abstract_paintings_art_artistic_oil_mood_emotion_expression_redhead_mirror_reflection_glass_leaves_autumn_fall_women_females_girls_situation_mental_angry_sad_sorrow.html

Written for:

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt ‘Investigate’

Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge ‘Mirror’