Thank you! I wanna be a writer when I grow up and every good respons I get helps me and motivates me to become one! I would upload it somewhere else if I knew a place, if you know some website that's made for uploading books/novels like this one could you please tell me about it?
I'm going to the theater with monsterspeed in a while and if nobody has said anything about my Memory-Mirror I will take it back from tumblr!
*Offended writer turns her back to you because you don't seem to appreciate her work or didn't even care enough to try and read it in which case you should go do that immediately*
This is a short story that I wrote and now I'll let you read it (if there is such a good idea). Read it carefully but I warn you: it contains things that can be perceived as disturbing, scary, horrific, disgusting, etc. for the younger and more sensitive readers whom I strongly advise not to read this. Now you can click that "read more" and after you're done I'd like to hear your thoughts.
The Memory-Mirror
The air was heavy and hard to breathe in for Lisa. She was the first to take a breath in this room for at least longer than she had lived and her first one she took slowly and enjoyed much since she had always found these old buildings quite charming for some reason. She looked around in the old and dusty room with the smile of a little child on Christmas in her face.
She stood in a long corridor with brown wallpaper that was slightly falling off in its corners and had dust all over just like everything else there. In some places there were drawings of other buildings hung on the walls which she found quite funny.
“Why would you have someone else’s house inside of your own?” she said and laughed a little.
The floor was dark wood but that she could not see for it was covered by a very aged carpet which had once been nicely deep red, but now the color had fainted after all the sunshine that had gotten in through the windows since it had been put there so long ago. She looked out the windows that all were to her left and watched as the snow fell down from the bright clouds in the sky. She liked to see the flakes fall and think that there was no other flake exactly like the one that just started melting as it touched the still warm ground.
“They are quite like humans actually”, she said to herself as she watched them. “They fall slowly towards a certain end, not really knowing when they are going to hit the ground and fade away. They are so many one never could alone count every one of them and there is no one that is exactly like anyone else.”
She kept looking for a minute and thought of whether there were any twin-flakes in the world, and if so had they ever met each other? Were they even exactly the same or was there some little detail that separated them? But as she could not possibly find an answer to any of her questions she turned from the window and went off to discover the rest of the house.
After walking down the corridor for a while she finally found a door and she was very curious to see what could be behind it. She hurried up and put her hand on the handle. The door was very old and squeaked as she opened it.
She stepped in and looked around. It was very dark in this room and she could not quite tell yet what anything in the room was. The door suddenly closed behind her and she instantly turned and tried to open it, but alas it was locked. She turned again and tried to see what was hiding in the shadows. Suddenly she saw a movement in the darkness.
“H-hello? Is there anybody there?” she asked in the best British English she could manage, trying to get on good terms with whatever could be in there with her.
There it was again. Something was definitely moving around in the dark room.
“Who are you? Do you have a name?” She tried to be polite as she had learned that much in her life that you better not offend what might already mean you harm.
She heard a whisper; the voice was deep and dark, it was nearly impossible for poor Lisa to tell what it had said and the echo did not help the least bit.
“Could you speak a little louder? I can’t quite hear you.” Lisa was now a little afraid that it actually wanted her harm. The whisper repeated itself but still far too quiet for Lisa to hear what it said.
“I-I’m sorry… I… I can’t hear you…” she said to the thing whispering and though she was very afraid she felt she had to step further into the room.
The whisper repeated itself over and over but would not make itself heard. She took a step and she felt something in the whisper calling for her to come closer. The whisper kept repeating what it had said but for each step the little girl took it became a little faster.
As Lisa didn’t find herself harmed by her doing she started to smile the sort of smile children in her age commonly do smile and to do a sort of combination of running, walking and jumping, I’m sure that if you have ever seen a little girl doing so you will be able to imagine it.
After less than a minute the whisper turned into a noise that her little child-ears found enchanting and she went running to find what was calling for her. The darkness was getting clearer to her but there was simply nothing to see.
“This is a very big room”, she thought as she ran.
Suddenly she stopped as she realized she was about to run right into a looking glass. Its feet were just a few inches from hers.
“Now how did I miss that”, she asked herself and leaned closer to see it clear in the dark.
This was a very big looking glass with a dark carved wooden frame and it was twice as tall as she was. The glass was covered in dust so she put her hand on it to clean it off, but when she touched it the noise stopped. She looked around but somehow felt calm in the situation and cleaned the glass carefully. What she then saw in the looking glass was a huge surprise and she fell back at the shock.
In the looking glass she saw a little girl that surely had been her but she was not anymore. For this thing she saw was a memory from one year ago. Back then she lived happy with her parents and the future looked like a “happily-ever-after” story.
She got up and looked into the looking glass. She was sitting on her father’s shoulders, her mother walked by her side and they all laughed as they walked down the street. The picture that she saw was in slow-motion and she could hear the laughs of her family. She felt that it was so long ago and to her the memories were just ghosts of a time that seemed impossible now.
Suddenly something dark flashed by in the picture and it changed. Now it showed a scene from a half year later. Her father came home and seemed concerned, her mother asked him what had happened with the same look in her face. Lisa didn’t quite understand what they said; she just stood there with her teddy bear and waited for her mommy to read a bedtime story for her.
The picture flashed and changed again; now it showed what happened a month later. Her father had not been away to wherever he had been to for all her life, but instead he had been spending a lot of time in front of the Magic Box With Pictures. He had also the latest week been drinking something from bottles that smelled funny which, in Lisa’s opinion, could be causing his sudden aggressive behavior.
She started to cry when she saw her father hit her mother in the face, again. Her parents were never the same around each other again.
In an instant the picture changed again and now it was just a week ago. Her parents were fighting in the kitchen while Lisa was watching, unnoticed. Suddenly her father took the knife and in one movement cut his wife’s throat while his young daughter was watching. She just stood there in the doorway in terror without a sound. Daddy turned to the doorway where he saw his daughter.
“Will you be a good girl, Lisa?” he said to her but she only stared.
“Lisa! Don’t tell anyone what you just saw!” he talked thick. She ran. She ran as fast as she could. She ran away from him.
The picture changed one more time. Now it was just one day ago. She was wandering about on the street when she heard someone calling.
“Hey! You! Little girl! Wanna have some fun?” someone asked from an alley. The little naïve child only found the creepy voice discouraging.
“What sort of fun?” she asked since she had not had any fun for a week.
“The sort of fun that you won’t never forget.” She went in without a thought of danger.
When she had been going in the dark alley she could not find anyone who could have offered her fun. People were sitting on trash cans and all they seemed to offer was disgust.
“H-hello? You asked me if I wanted…” she stopped as she saw a very big man standing in front of her.
He was so tall that she would have compared him to the Big Ben and he picked her up like nothing. He walked around a corner where he put her down on a high pile of garbage from which she could not come down on her own. He started to take his pant off and she saw his face in the moonlight. It was covered in scars.
“You’re ugly.” She said not knowing what waited. You see this was when she learned that you better not offend what might already mean you harm. He got his pants off and turned to her.
The looking glass was done and now it showed the poor girl only her own reflection. She saw a five-and-a-half-year-old blonde girl with scars in her face. She fell on her knees crying. Then the whisper started again. It was clearer now and she could hear what it said.
“Come out and play, little child.” It said.
She hid her face in her hands and cried. She cried and cried and suddenly she realized that the whisper had not repeated itself for some time. She looked up and found herself back in the corridor.
