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No-one

Catch

Dive


This was it.

There was no one to catch me this time.

My rite of passage.

I swung on the trapeze, hard and fast. At the peak of my swing, I let go. I let myself free-fall through the air, away from the homemade circus accessory, and over the cliff, towards the sea below.

The cold sea air blowing in my face was exhilarating. My hair was flying in all directions. The sea was rapidly approaching. I straightened my body, dove into the water. Instantly, my body relaxed. I swirled and twisted through the depths and around the treacherous stones. I navigated the currents like they were a second home.

I suppose they were, now.

I swam to the deep blue chasm before me, ready to meet my people.


Tadaaa! Here's one from KodiakWolfe13!


Yours

Was

Awesome


My eyes widened at the sight in front of me. I turned my head to look at the other people's reflections in the house of mirrors but everyone's was exactly like them. Everyone's reflections were copying the actions of their original counterpart. Doubles sprang around from everywhere: up, behind, beside. All the doubles followed the movement of the person standing in the mirror.

All except mine.

Instead of shocked, my double was smiling deviously with one hand on her hips and the other twirling her long, brown hair in her hands. Green eyes flickered with mischievous ideas and, seeing as I hadn't moved for some time, she clicked her tongue, as if annoyed by my shocked state.

Far ahead, my friend teasingly called back "Hey Liz, come on! I know you love looking at your reflection but there are more mirrors!"

I looked to my friend with my shocked expression, ignoring how my reflection silently guffawed with laughter, tears streaming down her face. My friend patiently waited for a typical, sarcastic response of mine but my eyes became drawn to her reflection, following my friend's movements precisely. "But Elle... My reflection is... Yours is perfect. Why is mine..?"

My reflection waved at me flirtatiously.

Elle's smile never left her face but it became tinged with confusion. A small, strained chuckle left her lips and she suddenly came back, grabbing my hand and pulling me along. "Uh, dude, I think the awesome of this place is going to your head."

As I followed behind my friend obediently, my reflection waltzed beside us with her hands behind her back and chin high in the air. She was looking at us out of the corner of her eye and she swayed her hips suggestively as Elle and I walked along.

I was so confused. So very, very confused.


She even did a sequel!


Shadow

Popcorn

Personality


I rubbed my wrist nervously as I wandered through the empty fair grounds, eyes moving side to side as I tried to convince myself there was nothing around me but dark booths and sinister looking shadows. However, I could never quite convince myself well enough. I continued to jump at the miniscule sounds that barely made it to my ears from the roads in the distance.

I stopped in front of the entrance to the house of mirrors. I was nervous to be going back inside at this time of night but I was too curious. Taking out my flashlight, I opened the door and stepped inside, shining my light around.

The light reflected off the mirrors and it took me a minute to find my reflection. Of course, she looked exactly like me and wore the same clothes and held the same flashlight I did but she wasn't me. A cruel, little smirk was playing on her lips and she batted her eyes seductively. One hand was, again, playing her hair while the other rested lightly on her hip.

This reflection looked like me but her personality wasn't mine. It was all her own.

The girl in the mirror laughed at me before shaking her hips and wandering off down the mirrors. I sputtered as she walked again, no reflection in the mirror I was facing. I ran after her, noticing how she laughed silently again before racing off through the hallways. I yelled at her to stop but she continued running away from me. Occasionally, she would twirl around and wave flirtatiously at me before dancing off, managing to stay ahead of me no matter what I did.

We raced around the entire complex, silent laughs falling from her mouth while heavy breathing fell from mine.

My rogue reflection stopped at the end of a dead-end but I knew she could escape by racing past me via the mirrors. She was still giving me her taunting smirk while swaying in her spot. I watched as she mimicked giggling before attempting to race past my right side inside the mirrors.

I don't know what possessed me to do it but I struck the mirror to my side with the flashlight. There was a loud CRASH! as the glass splintered and cracked. Shards fell from the frame, creating holes.

The reflection stopped cold at the broken mirror and turned fiery eyes towards me for ruining her escape. With her teeth bared in a silent growl, she attempted to race past me on my other side but I shattered that mirror as well, trapping her within the mirrors at the end of the hall. She looked both ways, trying to find an escape but there was none to be found. Finally, her angry expression morphed into one of fear and desperation as she glared at me.

It was my turn to smile cruelly. I could see the girl gulp and attempt to back away from me but there was no place to go. She continued to glare but it wasn't threatening anymore. I walked right up to the mirror, mimicked one of her waves, and then struck the mirror with my flashlight.

CRASH!

I breathed in relief at seeing my broken reflection mimicking my movements and my expression in the shattered mirror. I smiled, brushing some of my brown locks out of my face before turning and journeying back down the hall. I wouldn't have to worry about the devilish reflection again.

As I began walking through the fair grounds again, I pulled my cell-phone from my pocket, dialed a number, and held it to my ear. I listened to it ring before there was a crack as it was picked up. An expectant voice said, "Hey Liz, what's up?"

"Hey Elle. Wanna stay at my house tonight?"

"You have a story for me?"

"Oh yeah."

"I'm bringing the super-pack of candy?"

"Yup."

"You gonna drown our popcorn in butter again?"

"Uh-huh."

"I'm there."


One more from me...


Clown

Blood

Shatter


I ran, screaming. The clown was right behind me. I pushed myself to go faster, but the clown stayed right behind me.

He was slavering ferociously, and licking his razor-sharp fangs, as if imagining how good I would taste. He had rotten flowers hanging from his battered hat. His smeared makeup only make it worse.

I tripped, and tumbled to the ground. He ran up to me and opened his mouth wide, showing me his sharp teeth, dripping with blood.

The illusion shattered. I gasped and sat up, panting. My parents rushed into my room.

I curled up and cried


That last one was from MissIvoryStone.

She seems to like it when I write stories like this.

Again, requests are welcome!

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