Mirror Mirror,
What a killer,
My reflection isn't sweet,
But that girl isn't me,
She does the same as I do,
At the mirror she comes too,
But it isn't me I swear,
And this is very rare,
Just look with me,
And you will see,
She's a demon at best,
Wicked from the west,
Horns planted in her head,
Her skin is oh so red,
Behind her is so evil,
The sight makes me ill,
It must be just like hell,
But I can only tell,
My mirror is another place,
Filled with another race.
How did you like this story?
Your feedback helps Diddle understand what's working
@Diddle
!!!! www.happycows.eu. Helo! รa Va? The name's Dana, Dana Dana, (Day.na). I'm 13, come from a big family of very... loud people, despite that I am quiet, and keep to myself. I like spongebob (He made me who I am today.) I usually write poems, sometimes a story, and blogs if I'm lacking in poetry ideas. 'One can be addicted to a certain type of sadness' unknown person, please stop writing about me. ยกยกยกยก
Similar Stories
Visionary Heads
It came to rest in the corner of my room, concealing its face under the cover of a cool twilight.
403 words
Nightmare
#youngwritershousehold. Nightmare of the night,. You're in for a fright,. Searching deep within,. For the inner demon,. Your heart rushes,. You cheek flushes,. Inky hands consuming,.
50 words
Broken Fears
#youngwritershousehold. He lay there, broken,. Like a flightless bird,. The first time woken,. For a thousand years,. He's crying, gold tears,. While I watch, smug,. He had made all my fears,.
77 words
Chapter Two From Unseen
It's three days now since I told you of my nightmares that haunt me at night,but what I haven't told you is that each time now they are changing the reason for this I do not know an its puzzles me...
371 words
Sleepwalker
Two four one add the beat of my drum and you'll be mine, Trapped forever in time. Sleepwalker, sleepwalker, don't close your eyes, Sleepwalker, sleepwalker, that's where he hides.
159 words
Nightmares
#youngwritershousehold Tossing and turning, Sweating in bed. Horrible dreams, Weaving through my head. Clench my fists, Howl in pain. Gasp for breath, Red in shame.
61 words
Spirit Killer
I guess her screams were more than a memory. Like lungs filling with water. Like skies turning into darkness. A shadow, a spirit killer. The floor still had a violent creak.
74 words
Nightmare
Darkness surrounds. It brings out the quietist sounds. Causes your imagination to flow. And create creatures that glow. Creatures that roar and scratch. Or bite your back. You imagination let's loose.
79 words
Want to join the conversation? Sign in to leave a comment.