The strangest feeling that somebody is watching. I glance back before opening the door, treading lightly, so as not to miss the disturbance of silence. I slink into the room and tiptoe to the bathroom, flicking on the white light. I stare at my reflection, and watch as she blinks.
Zoe is a passionate cinephile and bibliophile. She spends most of her time writing, reading, or thinking about films.
Sometimes a girl appears beyond my window.
Brushing her hair, preening, smiling, puckering up.
Sometimes, when I reach out to touch her, she also reaches out for me.
Then she exits through the door on her side.
I long to exit too, but beyond the door my little everything ends.
Tim Boiteau is a Writers of the Future winner and lives in Michigan.
I’m the only one who looks you in the eye.
I’m the one with you when you’re completely alone.
I’m the one who will never reveal your secrets.
I’m the one who sees the things you don’t want to show.
I’m your reflection, and your shadow’s, too.
I’m your mirror.
Ariel D’Agostino is studying English at International House Belgrano in Buenos Aires, Argentina, and has been studying there since he was 6 years old. Ariel celebrates his 13th birthday on June 16.
I stood there looking at her. Sad, exhausted, broken, and alone. A look in her eyes that shimmered off a reflection of regret.
I tried to look away, but couldn’t convince myself. I moved in a little closer to the mirror. I couldn’t resist.
Was this really what I’d become?
Tricia Parker wrote this story.
It was a ghastly picture of a girl who seemed my age, but pale-skinned her head shaved. “Whose picture is it, in my drawer, Ms. Bevins?” I asked the doctor.
A few minutes later I overheard Ms. Bevins instructing the nurse to take the mirror off of my drawer.
Divya is a story-teller, sorehead, whiner, occasionally a Pollyanna. (To sum it up – a personal/ lifestyle blogger!) She works for an IT company by day and blogs by night. Divya lives in India.