Writing Prompt

I stand in front of the two-way mirror. I narrow my eyes as I stare at the person on the other side. It looks exactly like me but I know there is someone behind it. I study myself, however, I know it’s not my reflection that’s the problem.

“I know your watching me,” I said, staring at myself in the mirror.

I heard a small thump form the other side. Then came a muffled but clear-enough v...

Is it a two sided mirror

Or my two sided mind

Are there more of me out there

Or am I one of a kind

Is my reflection watching me?

I’ll hide just in case

Because I know in my eyes

I am a disgrace

Does the mirror hear my words

My screams and cries

To fix my flaws

And tell me anything but lies

Do I see who I am

Who I was, or who I want to be?

Is it all or none?

Doe the mirror know what I need?

Am...

I sat in a bright room, built with cinder blocks painted a harsh white that stung to look at. There were no windows, besides a large mirror that stretched across the wall opposite of me.

There was one metal chair in the center of the room, which I was sitting on.

I had no recollection of how I got here…but I did remember the actions that very well led me here, in this prison of sorts.

It was a...

Jeffrey sat at the table in the small room impatiently waiting for the interrogator to come into the room. He tapped his foot on the floor causing his knee to bounce like he always did when he was nervous. He had no idea why he was there, but it couldn’t be good, and he didn’t even know how he had got here.

He got up and began pacing back and forth in the room. He had enough of this sitting aroun...

“I know you’re watching me.” Lilac looked deep into the mirror. “You can come out now-“ A little black cat jumped out from behind a mirrored cabinet. “You have to stop hiding there-“ She scooped up the cat and placed him on her bed. He looked up at Lilac expectantly until she laid down in bed. He curled up next to her with a little huff. She covered both of them with a blanket and pet his little f...

I looked into the big mirror on my stark white wall. My room was like a cubicle cell, like a prison. Completely clean, no imperfections. It was suffocating.

The mirror that took up half the wall made it seem a little bigger than it was, but I hated it. Because I knew what it was really there for.

“I know you’re watching me.” I said clearly, my voice bouncing off the walls in a weird way.

All ...

“I know you’re watching me.”

The figure in the mirror looks identical to me. But she’s not and she knows I know.

“And?” My reflection finally says. When the thing speaks, I feel my lips move in unison with it, like I’m being controlled by a ventriloquist. But although my lips move, the voice comes from in front of me—inside the mirror. The glass vibrates when the creature speaks. It amplifies th...

“I know you’re watching me.” The girl on the other side with two brown braids steps back. Funny, she didn’t expect me to see her, did she? “I know you’ve been following me, but here’s the thing, whenever you try to chase me, I just get further and further away, so why don’t you just give up?”

Her eyes widen. “So you’re the villain everyone’s been talking about?” I raise my eyebrows, amused.

“Eve...

"I know you're watching me," Thanh said. At check-in, the staff told him that the mirror in his room was two-way. This allowed the doctors to watch his progress through the treatment without the discomfort of seeing faceless doctors, nurses, and students staring at him.

The treatment was free as long as he agreed to this condition and thought he could. If he didn't see them, then why would it ma...

Staring into the two way mirror, Pippa can see Ink Spill, tied and powerless with advanced tech to suppress her abilities.

She doesn’t struggle against the binds. Instead, her body is loose and relaxed. Like this was a normal Tuesday for her. That only serves to boil Pippa’s blood even more.

“I know you’re watching me, Beacon,” Ink Spill states, looking in Pippa’s direction. Even though, she k...