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Welcome to Friday's Short Story,

I have been putting together my blog recently, like you know what do I want to talk about. I can't make any promises that the blog topics won't change from time to time but I can at least put more effort into my blog. I wanted to put up a short story of mine that I wrote after I read Gail Carson Levine's book, Writing Magic: Creating Stories that Fly.  I am a huge fan of Gail Carson Levine. She is such an amazing author and I have fallenl in love with every book she has turned out so far. If you have any interest in reading more about her, then please visit her at her website,

So back to my short story. Here it is! I hope you all enjoy.

    I have one green eye and one brown eye. The green eye sees truth, but the brown eye sees much, much, more. I stared at myself in the mirror. Seeing my disgruntled face that morning was not a pretty site. The mirror showed the opposite me. A bed head version of myself. My volume-less blonde locks of hair stood straight against my face. I brushed my hand through the tangled mess, loosening the knots my fingers occasionally caught on. That morning, I was a better version of myself.
    Looking at the mirror, I closed my right eye. I saw myself as a gallant warrior. Someone I knew myself not to be. This girl that stood before, she was not me. She had striking beauty and confidence. I knew that she was a false me. I admired the look upon her face. The way she carried herself. It was like she knew I was watching her. She smiled at me. Startled I jumped back in surprise. The girl looked bewildered as she copied my every move. I pulled my hand up to cup my ear and she followed. I smiled and she smiled. I opened my right eye again and I saw myself again. I closed it and I saw her. I smiled to myself and soon realized that this warrior girl, this confident person looking at me from within the mirror. This person I saw was myself. I smiled once more to myself and left the bathroom. Never walking into it again, never to look into that mirror. I didn’t need to because I knew that I was always going to be me.
    I left the bathroom that day. The girl that was looking in the mirror, confident with the way she looked, happy to be myself. That girl that I didn’t know stayed trapped behind the mirror. Smiling at me as I left the room.

I would love to know what everyone thinks. So leave a comment or something.

Love Britt


kewphoto said…
Magnificent. Keep it up.

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