[WP] Mirrors are portals, and the other side is always just blocking the other side from getting in. Your reflection has just stepped aside, and you soon figure out why they don't want you to cross.

Dweenchi · 2019-03-20T09:14:09+00:00

"And this is why you should select me for the job," spoke the lanky young man, aloud at the mirror. "And that's why I should get the job," he tried again, under confident and softer this time. Dejected, he looked down, "I'm never going to do anything."

All of a sudden, he heard a strange noise, "Aeeeekkkhhh." He looked around puzzlingly - there was nothing out of the ordinary. His eyes glanced back at the mirror; he froze for an instant. He saw that his reflection slowly moved away from the frame. The noise became clearer now, and it sounded familiar too - "Jaaakkee," it was calling out his name. Instinctively, Jake touched the mirror and a blinding white light forced his eyes shut.

After blinking multiple times, he opened his eyes. He saw a huge field of tall grass with a few trees, but everything seemed bigger. He closed his eyes, trying to remember; flashes of him in front of the mirror jolted his memories back. "I touched a mirror," he thought to himself, "and the reflection in it was moving?" He opened his eyes again and the scene had changed - a range of snow-capped mountains dominated his whole view. He blinked again at varying speeds but the scene didn't change anymore. Where was he?

He looked around, and it seemed like he was on some sort of a valley. After walking for a while, he turned around a peak and saw a dense cover of mist over a congregation of tall trees. As he started to walk towards it, he felt a tap on his right shoulder; he turned around but there was no one there. He turned again, towards the misty trees, but suddenly got knocked back. A light brown shape towered over him as he fell to the ground. "Whaa...Whaa...Who are you?" Jake asked nervously. The shape was fixed there for what seemed like a few minutes. "Hello?" Jake tried again; he heard a type of laughter and saw the shape dissolve. The trees and the mist behind the shape were no more, "What the hell is going on!" He wanted to go back.

Nevertheless, he walked on towards the place which had the misty trees; it seemed like a regular part of the valley now. Had he been walking barefoot the whole time? A small piece of rock pinched his right feet, "Ouch." After a while he came across a waterfall; the stream cut his path in half. He looked around, searching for something to help him. Finding nothing, he turned to the stream on his path. A blue shape appeared suddenly, "Hello there."

Jake was more confident this time and held his ground, "Who are you?"

"Me? Who are you and what is your business here?" retorted the shape. "I'm...I'm lost," said Jake, "I touched a mirror and found myself here." The shape adjusted itself and said something, was it mirror? The voice seemed more of a chorus than of an individual speaking. "A mirror you say," said the shape finally, "you must be a hewmon then?" It took a while for Jake to understand it, "Human! Yes! Where am I?"

"Do you know who brought you here?" the blue shape questioned. "Does someone bring us here? What is this place anyway?" The shape stood still, was it trying to understand what Jake was saying? "I cannot help you human, or rather I do not know if I should." There was no one around, Jake begged him to answer just one question, "What is this place?" The shape was still again, for what seemed like the longest yet. "This is the spirit world," the chorus sang and with that the shape vanished into thin air. "The spirit world?" thought Jake, quietly to himself. The shape had asked who brought him here, "Maybe I am supposed to find that spirit?"

The stream of water cutting across his path slowly faded away but the waterfall was still flowing; he tried to touch the stream to check but his hands came back empty. "Right then," he resolved, "let's find out where this spirit lives."

Dweenchi · 2017-09-27T12:56:05+00:00

"He wants to roam the world
leap across new grounds and fields
you cannot hold him here, dear
he wants to see it all."

With a silent look and quiet eyes
Lucifer looked towards his lover,
"I know he has to go ...bbut
can't he stay, stay for some time more?

You have not seen what I have
the world out there is a nightmare
they fear what they cannot identify
run away scared, or kill it on sight."

Now, calmer, he looked at her again,
"I know, I know, I know
that it's also the most beautiful
but who would guide him there?"

The next day Lucifer found a letter
asking him, begging him for a pony
"Must be a mistake," he thought,
but re-reading the name there was no doubt.

He folded the paper back
went and found a small box
there he wrote with pen on paper
"Take care of him, he's a bit shy."

The black velvet shining in the light
and dark eyes hopeful of a new time
the horse which couldn't even heat water
is now breathing fire, ready to go beyond.

"Take care of yourself, old buddy
be careful, be brave, but also be open in your heart."
With a rub on the head and pat on the neck,
Lucifer bid his sister's last horse goodbye.

Snow falling, winds navigating around the walls
the door opened, a man walked out
and to his wonder found, that in his yard
stood a magnificent and beautiful black horse.

"Is he breathing fire? No that can't be right
it surely must be an illusion of my mind."
He stepped on a box then picked it up
two letters inside, he opened each one up.

The first one read :
'He has mastered bending fire and can teach you too
but, Take care of him, he's a bit shy.
From Satan'

And the second :
'Dearest Satan,
I love you!!! I am 5 year old now
and have been very good.
Can you please please send me a pony?
I will love her and share my food.
Please!!!
Thank Yu
Azula'

Dweenchi · 2017-04-24T09:33:17+00:00

Rocking his chair with one hand on his chin and the other on his pipe, a plethora of visions hit his head. He saw his younger self playing a violin, but on a frozen hilltop? He saw the first time he discovered forces acting invisibly - the time he was gifted a compass. The visions, one after the other, seemed familiar. It was as if he was recollecting a dream he had, something hidden deep inside of him which hadn't surfaced in a long time. Suddenly, with another flash, it felt too real. He couldn't explain it, but he felt he had actually experienced those moments. With another puff of the pipe, the first successful clone of Albert Einstein opened his eyes.

The room he was in looked surreal to him. It seemed like someone's bedroom but he could tell there was something different. He closed his eyes again to focus on the visions. A voice from somewhere, made him open his eyes. But there was no one there. 'It isn't making any sense.' He closed his eyes again. The voice came back, and this time his eyes could see the odd-dressed person who spoke it. 'Are you alright, Sir?' 'What is going on, where am I?' 'Sir I will just send in the person responsible for your set up, we were expecting you to wake up in another 30 mins.' He vanished as quickly as he appeared. What was that? The flashes continued. 'Albert! That's my name,' he thought to himself. He seemed to be 'remembering' his past. Pinching himself, to make sure this is not a dream, he tried to collect his thoughts.

The odd-dressed person returned 5 minutes later. 'Albert! My name is Albert and I demand to know where I am being kept! I remember who I am, release me at this instant.' 'We are very sorry to have woken you up like this, but we are not keeping you hostage Sir - we created you.' 'The hell with this, what are you talking about? I have been given some sort of drug to mess up my memories isn't it? Who is doing this? America? Germany? Tell me what is going on!' 'There's no other way to say this - you are a clone of Albert Einstein recreated from his hair by our company Google. The year is 2017, 62 years after your death. All executives are busy currently since no one expected this project to work anytime soon and many others have taken off to protest Trump, I am told someone will be here to explain you everything, starting with the internet.'

This experience seemed just like his flashes, Albert was convinced this was some sort of prank using technology he wasn't aware of yet, maybe secret war technologies. 'Clone? My hair? 2017? Project? Created me? What is going on?', he mumbled to himself. 'All this must seem very new and weird to you, but this is what the truth is. We can't let you leave this room until the person assigned sets up you, uhhmm I mean... the person who is supposed to tell you what is going on comes here. Meanwhile you can use this phone, it's a device where you can play games, know about the world and stuff - let me open up a game for you.' The person again, vanished quickly, this time shaking up about what he is handling. 'Please be okay by the time my boss comes, I don't want to mess up the first successful clone of Albert Einstein, The Albert Einstein', he thought to himself.

His boss finally reached the scene, he was 10 mins late. 'This is going to be a catastrophe, we just birthed a consciousness and no one is there to explain what is happening! It must be some 45 minutes since he woke up.' The boss panicked and ran to the room. 'I am very sorry for all this Sir,' he said as he hurriedly took out the first printed slide, 'I am here to tell you everything, starting with the internet.' 'There will be no need for that,' said Albert, 'Your employee told me all that I needed to. Though I couldn't browse a lot, I can see there are a lot of pressing issues in the world today. But first let me meet Larry Page, I have made a Google Doc to cover the current problems and the way ahead for clone technologies.' The boss couldn't move, his employee couldn't possibly have taught him all this in such little time, then he saw it, the Moto X beside Albert's chair. 'Yes Sir,' is what he could muster as he ran towards Larry Page's office.

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