Novel Kicks Fiction Friday: Mirrors
Friday 21st August 2015: Mirrors
Fiction Friday is our weekly writing prompt. The aim is to write for a minimum of five minutes and then keep going for as long as you can. Once you’ve finished, don’t edit, just post in the comments box below.
Today’s prompt: Your character is cleaning a room. The relationship they have to that room is up to you whether it’s their room or a relative or friend or enemy. When cleaning the mirror, you find something hidden behind it. Begin with the sentence, ‘it fell to the floor.’ Carry on the story.
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I'm Laura. I started Novel Kicks back in 2009 as I wanted a place to discuss books and writing - two loves of my life. As someone who has anxiety, these two things give me, and I am sure countless others, a much needed escape.
There is a monthly book club, writing exercises, prompts, reviews, author interviews, competitions and guest posts. I cover many genres and I hope there is something for everyone.
I grew up by the sea in Dorset and currently live in Poole with my husband, Chris and three cats. I love writing and have a BA (Hons) in Creative Writing from Falmouth University. I am writing my first book. If only I could stop pressing delete. Chris has threatened to stop it from working. Haha.
I have always loved creative writing since I was in first school and would very much like to meet my teacher, Miss Sayers, to say thank you for all the encouragement she gave me then.
When not writing, I love reading, cats, Disney, singing (I can't sing but this doesn't stop me,) and falling into a good TV show or film. If I could step into any fictional world, it would be amongst the characters in ABC's Once Upon a Time.
I love reading many genres and discovering new authors.
There is a monthly book club, writing exercises, prompts, reviews, author interviews, competitions and guest posts. I cover many genres and I hope there is something for everyone.
I grew up by the sea in Dorset and currently live in Poole with my husband, Chris and three cats. I love writing and have a BA (Hons) in Creative Writing from Falmouth University. I am writing my first book. If only I could stop pressing delete. Chris has threatened to stop it from working. Haha.
I have always loved creative writing since I was in first school and would very much like to meet my teacher, Miss Sayers, to say thank you for all the encouragement she gave me then.
When not writing, I love reading, cats, Disney, singing (I can't sing but this doesn't stop me,) and falling into a good TV show or film. If I could step into any fictional world, it would be amongst the characters in ABC's Once Upon a Time.
I love reading many genres and discovering new authors.
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Eeek, here’s my attempt so far….
Leah puts down her bucket of cleaning supplies. She stands still, her eyes circle the room as she takes in everything around her. This is the room that smells the most like her. Leah can still smell the scent of Chanel no 5. It was the room she had been in for the last month. She said her final goodbyes in this room. Leah knows that this is why she has left it until now – left it until last. Not able to put it off any longer, she picks up an empty box from the pile by the door and began to place discarded clothing into it. She wasn’t really looking at what she was putting into the box. She didn’t want to keep much.. She has her ring and all the paperwork is in order – everything else is bound for the charity shops or dustbin. There was no point in keeping anything else. Nothing was going to bring her back.
Leah quickly gets into a rhythm. It is going to take most of the day so she doesn’t take a break. She wants to get this done as soon as possible. Finally, around midnight, she places the last of her mother’s things into a box. Most of the furniture is staying and Leah is glad she hasn’t got to deal with this on top of everything else.
She slowly walks over to the other side of the room and lifts the mirror from it’s place on the nightstand. She studies it for a moment – it’s introcit carvings are so beautiful. She has of course, heard the story so many times about how Dad had made it for Mum on their first wedding anniversary. It was her mother’s pride and joy. She shuffles over to the box to place it inside but she pauses and looks at it again. She can’t bring herself to throw it away. She knows this. She lifts it down and goes to lean it against the wall when a small white object catches her eye as it flutters out from behind the mirror.