Every night, the old mirror whispered my name. Tonight, I leaned closer. My reflection smiled without me. "Finally," it said, stepping through the glass. I screamed as cold hands pulled me in.

At midnight, she heard tapping from her drawer—soft, deliberate. When she opened it, her severed fingers, lost in the accident weeks ago, were crawling toward her. One by one, they clung to her hand, cold

When Maya’s phone buzzed, the notification read: “You’re being watched.” She laughed, assuming it was a prank. Then her phone camera turned on by itself. On the screen, she saw herself from behind—someone

Source What I see: Two dancers doing what must be the tango; she's lovely and I figure he is quite handsome. What I feel: That kind of closeness could kindle passion and romance ... but it takes a little

A candle flickered in the storm. Mira shielded it with her hands, whispering a prayer. The village was dark, children trembling. If the flame died, hope would vanish. Suddenly, the wind calmed. The candle

What I see: A happy little girl holding two ice balls, my guess is on a summer day What I feel: to a child that age, that ice would be magic. I hold two balls of magic in my hands. On this hot day,

Image by Pexels from Pixabay They called Khati's decision a retreat from reality – big corporate job, titles and status dropped like hot potatoes to go farm tomatoes in a community garden. But when found

“Momma, if Moon River is wider than a mile to cross, what about the sun river?” Momma smiled at her daughter's question about that famous song. “Sun River is life so full, warm, and wide that you just

What I see: A glorious view at ground level of sunshine through yellow tulips. What I feel: I would love to wake up to see that, or go to sleep ... or go to sleep to this world, to go to the only place

Source What I see: A flamingo float in what looks like a bay or a lake What I feel: The water is not that deep, so I imagine this being a child's eye view ... but if so, that child would be out quite deep

Source What I see: a person, possibly a woman, carrying vegetables both in a tray on a stick and also in a bag, on a rainy day. What I feel: The rain is not disturbing the person's routine at all; it is

Image by OpenClipart-Vectors from Pixabay The oligarchy was ended by the Iron-Heeled One, relentless in the chase, crushing in the catch. Every evil urge in the hunted was used to eventually draw them

In the heart of the forest, a glowing portal appeared at dawn. Mira hesitated, her heart pounding with both fear and excitement. Beyond its swirling light lay the unknown. She took a deep breath, stepped

The military man sat in the silent barracks, polishing a tarnished medal. Memories of comrades lost haunted his weary eyes. Suddenly, his radio crackled—a distress call. Without hesitation, he grabbed

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Source What I see: A pelican with a striking pale salmon-colored beak and striking chocolate-edged wings that look like a spaghetti-strap dress What I feel: That bird is looking at us look at her and thinking,

Source What I see: a middle-aged woman wearing glasses and holding a camera. The colors she has on suggest the scene she is in, too -- sparkling green and gold and that strong tree trunk suggest her shirt

What I see: A middle-aged man, his hand and face weary and worn, but strong, because the sinews in that had are pronounced. His eyes are vivid -- he is healthy physically, and my guess that is he is a

Source What I see: A little black pig -- not muddy, because the silver hair in its coat is shining. What I feel: This pig here is posing for its glamor shot before going places! You can take me to the

What I see: a very young man working on his laptop. He has brought his backpack, some rolling suitcases, and a big beverage with him. It may be that someone else may have the backpack, but is absent for