Mirroring Space

Vast emptiness slowly being filled with universes, worlds, and stars using only thoughts

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Part-Time Trickster

Exhausted is an understatement of their current condition. They can't even remember the last time they slept for more than 3 minutes. It's not even surprising their race is almost wiped out, this self-destructive function they were born with made sure they can never have enough energy to fight or flee. They just hope the glamour is enough to deter hungry eyes away from the truth of what they are.

"Will that be all?" They ask, and their customer,affected by their glamour, waved away any suspicion off the insomniac. Seems like looking like a common sleep-deprived teenager has its perks. "Sir?"

"Yes, thank you." Smiled the man, "You know, you should really change up your style once in a while, you look so forgettable, kid. You don't stand out at all, and that's a pretty bad thing if you ask me."

"You're welcome, sir, but I'm rather comfortable with my appearance. Thank you, sir, and have a nice day!"

Afternoon shift done, now let's see if they can sneak in a nap before their next job. This is already going to turn out to be a pain, and they hope they can last the entire night. They sigh and walk down the sidewalk, passing by a detective with a cold stare. They'd rather not get mixed up with that, got to lay low and all.

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A Liar's Word

After everything that happened, I'm not sure what to think of my brother anymore. Not after what he pulled, not after lying to my face like that. I was so happy when I he told me he was going to be a lawyer, so elated because we might even become a team together, fighting for justice. I didn't even consider the fact he might have had other motives, I even brushed away the stray thought that asked why he was applying to be one when he was more interested in psychology than law.

Now I find out that he was using his job to frame countless innocent civilians. I don't know what to feel, if I even should. It's my duty as a detective to arrest him, to uphold justice, but this idiot was the one who raised and cared for me. I don't even know if he cares about me anymore, he lied to me to save his skin and defied what I stood for, how could he care for me when he has done that?

I hate him, I hate him with every fiber of my being. I hope he rots in a cell when I throw him behind bars. He told me that he supports me, but how can I believe that when he also sent a kind man to prison for domestic abuse? "Wife and children were brainwashed into a fantasy of a loving home," what kind of nonsense did he make the court believe?

"Let me explain, please," he says, begging with his wide eyes, eyes of a liar, "I swear I didn't mean to hurt you."

"How can I trust you?" After everything he did, every lie he told me, I can't afford to believe his words made of smoke. I can't risk letting my personal life get in the way of my work, can't let those sharp eyes, which are currently filled with tears, tear my guard down. Don't let the past cloud the future I need to choose.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I don't hate you.

But this is not the time. I'll let the guilt suffocate me later, I'll regret another day, but not when I have a job to do. Maybe I'll apologize, but apologies are nothing more than words wet with tears and regret. I will not apologize, because I will never feel bad for doing what I became a detective for.

He keeps on trying explain himself, with thrown in apologies and promises of never doing it again because he loves me, but I can't bring myself to listen to a liar's word.

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Magic Tricks and Candy Treats

The cheering of children filled the streets as a magician summoned a small dragon to fly over the awestruck crowd. The adults just knew he had to have been using some trick, mirrors or holograms, but they never really proved it. Some bold adults or teens have stepped up to try and discredit the magician, but they never succeed. How foolish of them to try and think that they'd ever succeed when the magician knew people would try and sabotage his show and had made countermeasures for it.

One of them, a middle-aged fun wrecker, had shouted and hurled insults at him during one of his shows. He decided to call him up on the stage for a friendly- he was being petty actually- demonstration of his magic. Let's just say that the poor man had left the stage humiliated and smothered by tomatoes that flew out of the magician's top hat.

Many people have asked him how he did his magic, if it was real or just tricks he cooked up. Staying true to his occupation though, he had just replied with the famous line, "A Magician never reveals his secrets." That has never failed to frustrate so much people, but never the children, the children are always delighted by his magic and have never failed to be amazed by his shows. He replied differently once however, in an interview with a reported, he was asked how he managed to conjure up wondrous things.

"People like you have no imagination." Smiled the magician, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

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Glow in the dark

They could barely see anything through their tear-filled eyes, not to mention the smoke that caused the reaction. They ran past doors and empty rooms, it's empty because anyone inside weren't alive anymore, and searched for a way out. The only reason they even survived is because they fell asleep under their invention and woke up just in time to see and avoid the wall behind them collapse. They wondered if there was anyone actually alive in the mansion, but they didn't have the luxury of finishing that thought after a chandelier almost landed on them.

They jumped through the door just in time, because the fire had reached the basement, and goodness knows that place is one of the most explosive places they've ever been to. The gigantic bonfire they used to call home gave out a groan and, they ran as far as they could at this point, collapsed into itself after the flames engulfed the many explosive chemicals and gunpowder below and gave a deafening roar. Their ears rang and they felt numb. It was all gone now, their home, their family, and all that remained is the charred junk the inferno will leave, and the small metal bird they managed to rescue before their room collapsed.

They poked it, and it chittered in response. A voice in the back of their head whispered something about medical attention, but that's not that important, they weren't that injured. They briefly wondered if the mechanical bird could register their touches, or pain and injuries for that matter.

"Hey," they whispered, oblivious to the police men that came and surrounded them, "Can you feel this?"

They poked their little friend multiple times, and it had chirped and pecked at their hand. They looked back at their house and saw nothing but a glow in the dark. Soon, they couldn't remember anything between that time and the time they had woken up inside a hospital. Bronze and silver bird still beside them, still there, still intact, and they pondered for a brief moment if it felt their gratitude towards it.

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Sharp

He was dreaming again. Smoke, knives, and sweet lies floated through his head as he slept. He could have felt regret, but that emotion was drowned out by curiosity that glowed brighter than the sun. Curiosity that gripped him tighter than shackles and dragged him down further than gravity.

He could have freed himself, he had the keys, but he did not want to. Perhaps that is why he dreams of guilt. However that is just that, a dream, an alien emotion his mind conjured in his sleep. He will soon forget that once he wakes up, and emotions like guilt and regret will be pushed into the farthest corners of his mind, returning only to haunt him at his most vulnerable moment.

For now, he will continue on, carefree and unwilling to acknowledge the looming darkness underneath his happy thoughts. He opened his mouth and more lies dripped out, sharper than knives and coated in grey smoke. He speaks of innocence when he himself is not. He prattles on about guilt when even he avoids any accusations directed to his sins. This shadow dared to interfere in matters concerning the law when he weaves around it like a fox running from hunters.

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I need to know where I'm going wrong or else it'll haunt me

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Without Light

The shadows followed her as she ran through alleyways and weaved between obstacles that would only slow her down. She cannot lose this race, there was too much at stake. Her own pride would never let her screw this up, she worked too hard for this. She cannot let this criminal get away, she had to catch him tonight.

A tall silhouette ran away from her, knowing he will lose freedom if she catches him. He ran faster than he had ever done in his life, but bright white had caught his arm and pulled it harshly. She had caught him, he was going to lose his freedom. He fell back with a harsh thud, as she took his other arm and placed him in handcuffs.

"You can never run away from me or the law, sir. You cannot escape justice," That cold detective with yellow fire burning in her eyes had said, "But know that you will be judged fairly. However, with the deaths you've caused, do not be surprised if you take more than quite a while in prison."

She had caught him, and only the shadows saw her predatory grin as the satisfaction of bringing a murderer to justice buzzed contentedly within her.

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Introduction

Now, before I lose this small sliver of bravery, I am going to make an introduction, because that's what I've seen other writers here do.

Hey there! You can call me Vocitum, which is Void in Latin, because I'd rather go for a pseudonym. I am an amateur writer, I've started a lot of stories, but never finished them due to a lack of dedication and inspiration, I want to change that though, which is why I'm doing this.

The genres I love include Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Adventure, Horror, Psychological Horror, Mystery, Crime, and Supernatural.

I have a problem with AUs, meaning to say, I'm obsessed with them, though I have trouble writing fan fiction because I want to truly grasp their character and not make them OOC.

I love space, and everything related to it, and I also love supernatural things and magic.

I also love angst, lots of heart wrenching angst that leaves you empty and broken, I am an emotional masochist. Speaking of which, I am asexual, demiromantic, and gender fluid.

I've also been told that I have a tendency to jump from one topic to another, so I apologise for this mess of an introduction.

I know nobody wants me to ramble on, so I'll cut this short. Thank you for even making it this far, or even if you just read the first part.

Almost forgot something important, I don't like swearing, not out of any other reason other than I just don't. I'm fine with others swearing, but I don't swear, so please don't be surprised when you don't find swears in the stories, even if the character is the type to do so, I will find a way to get around it.