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Narrative Writing😶‍🌫️

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“Start reading” 

 -I never liked going into the attic. It always smelled like mothballs, dust, and old secrets. But on the first rainy Saturday of summer break, I had no choice.

“Just grab the camping lantern,” Dad had said. “It’s in the box next to your grandmother’s trunk.”

Of course it was. Right next to the trunk I’d spent years trying to avoid.

Grandma Agatha’s trunk was enormous and covered in worn red velvet. It had a silver lock shaped like a lion’s head, and the first time I saw it, I was five and convinced it growled at me. I didn’t go near it again.

But now I was thirteen, and supposed to be brave. So, armed with a flashlight and my most dramatic sigh, I climbed the rickety attic ladder.

Everything up there was gray. Gray light, gray dust, gray silence. I found the lantern easily enough, right where Dad said it would be. But as I reached for it, something shiny caught my eye.

It was a mirror. Oval, framed in black wood, leaning against the far wall under a stained sheet. That’s strange, I thought. We didn’t own a mirror like that. And I’d been in the attic enough times (reluctantly) to know it had never been there before.

I took a few steps toward it, the floorboards creaking beneath me like groaning ghosts. The sheet slid off with barely a tug. The mirror was cold to the touch, even through the fabric. And the glass wasn’t like normal mirror glass it shimmered, as if it held a thin layer of silver mist swirling just beneath the surface.

My own reflection looked back at me. Sort of.

It was me with the same dark hair, the same oversized hoodie but my reflection winked at me before I could even blink.

I stumbled back, heart thudding like a drum.

“What the-”

Then it spoke.

“Finally,” the reflection said, in my voice. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

This was either a dream or a very weird prank. I leaned closer. “Who are you?”

The reflection tilted its head. “I am you. Or I will be. Depends on whether you pass the test.”

I took a step back. “What test?”

The mirror shimmered again, and the attic around me faded into smoke. I stumbled, blinking, and suddenly I wasn’t in the attic anymore.

I stood in a forest.

The air was thick and warm, buzzing with the sound of insects. Trees twisted up toward a red sky, their leaves like pieces of stained glass. Birds the size of cats flew overhead, cawing out strange tunes. 👏

“What is this place?” I asked aloud.

A voice answered behind me. “The Mirror Realm. And time is ticking.”

I turned. My reflection mirror-me was standing on a stone path just behind me.

“Three tasks,” she said. “Pass them, and you can leave. Fail, and you stay here. Forever.”

“Why me?”

She shrugged. “Someone has to protect the gate. Grandma did. Now it’s your turn.”

I wanted to protest, but the path ahead began to glow, a line of soft white light pulling me forward.

“First task,” mirror-me said. “Find what was lost.”

Before I could ask, she vanished into the mist.

The forest was beautiful but eerie. I followed the path to a clearing where a weeping willow grew beside a pond. Beneath its roots, something glowed.

I knelt and pulled out a golden locket, covered in vines.

Suddenly, a whisper filled the air: “Give it back…”

From the trees, a figure stepped out a woman in a flowing gown made of feathers and fog.

“That locket is mine,” she said, eyes glowing pale blue.

I hesitated. “Then why was it buried?”

The woman narrowed her eyes. “Because I died before I could return it.”

She held out her hand.

I wanted to keep it. It felt… important. Heavy with memories. But I looked at her again—her hollow eyes, the way her fingers trembled.

I handed it over.

She vanished in a swirl of petals, leaving behind a feather and a soft “Thank you.”

The path lit up again.

“Second task,” said mirror-me as she reappeared. “Speak the truth when you wish to lie.”

Easy, I thought until I walked into the next clearing.

There stood my best friend, Ellie. Except… not exactly. Her features were off, too perfect, too still. A test version of Ellie.

She smiled. “Do you remember the time I tripped in front of the whole school?”

I laughed. “Yeah. You turned bright red.”

“I thought you’d laugh at me,” she said. “But you helped me up.”

I nodded. “Of course. You’re my best friend.”

“But you lied that day,” she said, her smile vanishing. “You told me you hadn’t seen anything, but I saw you laughing.”

I froze.

“I wasn’t laughing at you,” I said. “Just… the situation. It was funny, but I felt bad afterward.”

Her eyes narrowed. “So which is it? Did you lie to spare my feelings?”

“Yes.”

Silence.

Then she smiled again, this time softer. “Thank you for telling the truth.”

She vanished like mist in the morning.

“Third task,” mirror-me said. “Choose what matters most.”

I found myself back in the attic but it wasn’t mine.

The walls were covered in paintings of my family. My parents, my little brother, even Grandma Agatha, all smiling in golden frames. In the center of the attic stood a pedestal, and on it was the mirror.

“Last choice,” said mirror-me. “Step through, and keep your life. All your memories. All your people.”

I stared at her. “What’s the catch?”

“If you leave, the mirror must find someone new. Another child. Another life disrupted. But if you stay if you take my place you protect the realm, and no one else has to.”

I looked at my reflection. She wasn’t smiling anymore.

“Can’t there be another way?”

“No,” she said. “There’s always a guardian. The door can’t stay unguarded.”

I stared at the mirror.

I thought of my brother, waiting for me to play Mario Kart. Of my parents, who always gave me Sunday pancakes. Of Ellie, who trusted me even when I didn’t deserve it.

And I thought of some kid, maybe even younger than me, climbing into their attic one day and finding this same cursed mirror.

“I’ll do it,” I said. 🙂 

Mirror-me blinked. “You… will?”

“On one condition,” I said. “Let me say goodbye.”

She nodded.

I woke up in the attic.

The lantern was still there. But the mirror was gone.

I ran downstairs, hugged my brother so hard he yelled, and ate the best pancakes I’d ever tasted.

Three days later, I found the mirror again this time behind a hidden panel in Grandma Agatha’s trunk. The mist inside it was still.

My reflection looked normal.

But sometimes, when the room is very quiet, I swear I can hear whispers from inside.

Waiting.

(The End 🙂)