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by TerraKhanus
Chapter 1
**NOTE: **_This story is inspired by "Mirror World", a story I read years ago but was unable to find when I searched for it recently. The core plot and some story ideas were inspired by "Mirror World". \* I have since been informed the story I was looking for is **Brainwave of...
10 months ago 4,813 Words 20 Likes 11,462 Views -
by TerraKhanus
Chapter 2
After breakfast, my plan for the day was to do absolutely nothing, but Mom had other ideas. I was two steps from the stairs when she called my name in that gentle but inescapably commanding way: "Clark? Can you help me with the attic?" It was the middle of a summer storm, the sk...
10 months ago 3,833 Words 13 Likes 3,006 Views -
by TerraKhanus
Chapter 3
For a long time, we just sat there in the attic, catching our breath, like two divers surfacing after being sucked through a drainpipe. The world had gone quiet in a way I’d never heard before—the sort of hush you only notice if you listen for the sound of your own blood. My ears...
10 months ago 3,745 Words 19 Likes 2,459 Views -
by TerraKhanus
Chapter 4
I sat vigil by my mother’s hospital bed, perched on a plastic chair still sticky from its last unlucky occupant. The fluorescent lights in the ceiling buzzed and flickered with a persistence that set my teeth on edge, making the world feel both hyper-real and hollowed out, like a...
10 months ago 5,090 Words 16 Likes 1,901 Views -
by TerraKhanus
Chapter 7
We sat on the splintery wooden bench just outside the hospital’s main doors, sun glaring off the white concrete like an interrogation lamp. Mom didn’t try to hide the way her gown fluttered in the wind, its blue mesh so thin you could read the shape and color of every inch of ski...
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Chapter 12
The house was as close to silent as it ever got, the thick dark broken only by the ticking of the grandfather clock at the end of the hall and the intermittent, shuddery whimpers that drifted from the master bedroom. Most of the others had collapsed in a heap hours ago—Heidi snor...
10 months ago 2,674 Words 9 Likes 664 Views