Holy Bon Jovi, the queen of darkness actually had a soul.
Lynn MitchellAbsently, Quinn reached for the sheet to replace it over the aged mirror, but the back of his hand brushed against the cold surface and a strange shiver ran up his arm and down his spine. ~ "The Mirror
Cassie McCownMots clés christmas paranormal ya short-story the-mirror
Junk?” Gram gasped. “One man’s junk is another man’s treasure, you know.”
“Yeah, well, maybe it’s time to let another man have it, you think?” he teased. ~ "The Mirror
Mots clés christmas paranormal ya short-story the-mirror christmas-lites
The frame of the mirror was a deep mahogany and carved with an intricate design of what appeared in the dim light to be leaves and vines. The mirror’s surface was clouded with dust and age, so much that Quinn could not even see his own reflection. On impulse, he rubbed a small circle with the back of his wrist but beneath the dust the glass was still milky and unclear. ~ "The Mirror
Cassie McCownMots clés christmas paranormal ya short-story the-mirror christmas-lites
As he carefully made his way back to the stairs and awkwardly turned off the light, he did not notice that the dark shadow he had assumed was his reflection remained in the mirror. He didn’t see the hands press against the surface and make large, liquid-like bulges beneath the glass. Nor did he hear the whispers that so suddenly and violently filled the dark, cluttered space as he had closed and locked the heavy attic door. ~ "The Mirror
Cassie McCownMots clés christmas paranormal ya short-story the-mirror christmas-lites
There, in the corner under the window—the window through which he thought he saw movement before—was a slender white foot! Quinn’s heart froze in his chest and frightened bile began working its way up his esophagus. ~ "The Mirror
Cassie McCownMots clés christmas paranormal ya short-story the-mirror christmas-lites
Reluctantly, he put his hand up to the cold glass. That odd tingling sensation raced through his body again. His ears began to hum and his head felt strange and heavy. Beneath his touch, the glass seemed to soften and his fingers made small indentions in the surface. ~ "The Mirror
Cassie McCownMots clés christmas paranormal ya short-story the-mirror christmas-lites
In her hand was a necklace with a small oval pendant, a half of a locket engraved with one of the same symbols from the mirror frame—what Quinn saw as rolling waves. ~ "The Mirror
Cassie McCownMots clés christmas paranormal ya short-story the-mirror christmas-lites
Crap. I was hopin’ all things ugly had been raptured, but you’re still muckin’ up the planet.”
“We must share the same faith, honey. ’Cause beauty checked out when you showed up.
Well, you should have a chat with your boyfriend, clarify your desires. Hate to break the news, but, uh, he’s cheatin’ on you. Tell him I said my dog kisses better than him and he hits like a girl.
Courtney VailMots clés ya mystery-suspense suspense-thriller
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