Mirror, Mirror, the Complete Story

The final version of my first short story. I deliberately let it finish abruptly, a device I have seen before now in the fantasy and sci-fi genres. Not sure if I have made a good job of this but for now I am intending to let it stand and maybe come back to it in the near future with an explanation for the mystery.

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Mirror, Mirror on the Wall by John Dyhouse on Scribd

Mirror, Mirror On The Wall, Short Story

My first ever short story, I have reported progress in the last couple of posts on this blog and now it is complete. An abrupt ending but it leaves room for a little imagination.

Find a downloadable version on Scribd, along with several other non-fiction books/booklets.

Read the full story (approx 2000 words) on Scribd.com

Day two - the second chapter of my new short story

Well at least I have decided on what I am writing. In the last post I explained that accidentally I had started to write a story - I have decided and planned for a short story of possibly 2000 words. It will take me a few days, but I have not set myself a schedule, I will be leaving it to happenstance. Unless it drags on too long.

This second part of the story, not sure whether it is a second chapter, or indeed if it might not be all one long chapter. It is a new departure for me and I will sort things out as I progress.

I had written the first part two days ago and yesterday I looked at it again and added more content , in fact adding about 30% more. I am not reposting it yet, it makes no difference to the way things will progress, just setting the scene really.

This section describes the discovery of a strange scene which the  lead character sees in a domestic mirror and the immediate effect upon him.

Mirror, Mirror on the wall ( part 2)

I levelled the mug up to my lips, took a long sniff and then a short sip. Heaven is a powerfully strong fresh, hot coffee in the morning as far as I am concerned. I took another longer sip and began to make my way back up the stairs to my bedroom to make myself ready and acceptable for the day ahead. Casually opening the wardrobe, I had a massive shock, nearly throwing that hot beverage over myself as I stepped back. “What the ….”, there in the mirror on the back of the wardrobe door was a sight I had never seen before. In the mirror or indeed anywhere else for that matter.

It was a reflection of my bedroom but then again, it wasn’t my room. And Damnation, I wasn’t in the picture at all. How could I not be! I was simply not in the reflected image which I could clearly see before me. I backed away; slowly but carefully and reached the edge of my bed where I say in a daze. Not knowing what to do, I quickly downed the rest of the coffee with no regard for my delicate tongue and throat; not that I noticed anyway. The coffee went down without hindrance and I tipped the mug up to drain the last of the liquid, to the best of my ability. I was stumped, The bedroom looked familiar, but I still wasn’t there; and by Lord Harry I should have been. This needed thinking about, carefully. I needed more caffeine and a moment or two, or three before I took any untoward actions. I could just imagine dialing 999 and telling the operator I wasn’t myself - not in the mirror in my bedroom anyway. They would be sending the men in the white coats to get me in double quick time.

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OK, we may not have moved very far forward but we are moving at a pace I can be comfortable with. More of the story as it is completed over the next few days.

The start of a new piece of creative writing.

This week my friend Monna's creative writing prompt has given me food for thought. I selected the first of three which was ..............

"You can see through your mirror to another dimension."

photogragh by the blog owner

I thought about my next poem, but in this instance for some silly reason which now eludes me, I decided to write a short piece of prose. maybe not as long as a short story (in fact how long / short does a story need to be to be called a short story?) but enough to tax my grey matter. After a while I soon realised that I had taken on a project which would need rather more than a perfunctory or half-hearted attempt to come to a conclusion. I am now looking at several chapters or episodes or simply a short step forward in measured leaps.

I simply set off writing, without considering where it would take me. A silly idea! With a poem, the rhymes often suggest things to me; this however is going to take a serious bit of thinking about where and why and what is it all about. But here are the opening paragraphs, far away from the prompt. But finding myself stuck for a way forward, I decided to stop and do a little research. Create a plan and decide how to arrive in one piece at a reasonable conclusion.

Oh by the way the title may be familiar - no apologies.

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MIRROR, MIRROR ON THE WALL

The sun coming through the slit in the orange striped curtains struck my face, found my eyes and of course woke me. I edged over into the shadows and tried unsuccessfully to find sleep again. Typically though, once awake my body started to crave its early morning shot of caffeine, and it was not to be denied. Throwing back the remaining covers, and forcing myself to swing my legs over the edge of the bed, my feet found the floor and squared up, ready for a final grand effort from the rest of my body.

"Aaaaahhhhh!" Just stretching, seemed to bring a little life back into my still tired bones and I was able to move. First stop was the bathroom. Opening the door off the landing, I stepped inside and I noticed something strange out of the corner of my eye. The wall mirror seemed to shimmer, as if it was a pool of clear water. I was tempted to think it was nothing more than my half-closed eyes playing trick with my imagination, especially when I looked more closely and the mirror's surface appeared as solid as it ever had been. I moved on and carried on with the morning's ablutions. My body was still crying out for that caffeine shot I had promised it.

Feeling a little more like a human being, I shuffled to the kitchen and the luxury of a coffee became a definite possibility. Taking the kettle and removing the lid, I held it under the tap, splashed in enough water for a cupful. This early the immediacy of a strong instant coffee was the main driving force; it was the caffeine and not the pleasure of a decent cup of coffee which drove me on. I'm not a coffee snob. Well two shakes of a cat's tail and the fast boil kettle had produced a cup of boiling water whilst I had spooned a sufficiency of coffee granules into my mug. A quick pour and a hasty swirl of the contents of the mug and my breakfast was ready. Good morning to me!

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Well there it is, The next step is to plan out where I want to go and how to get around to the main (intended) idea. From there it should be a doddle. All I need is a little free time, not readily available at the moment. However having started I really would like to see it finished. I have a record of starting writing projects ambitiously and not being able to sustain the momentum and finish what originally seemed like good ideas. Maybe it is the ideas and not the subsequent slog which tempt me, who knows. Poems can be as long or short as the time I have available !

Hopefully having made this project public, I shall be shamed into a completion. Wish me luck - please.