|"Your wish I am able to grant, but are you willing to pay the price?"|
Mirror, Mirror (28)28. BlindMirror, Mirror (28) by OneWithTheStars
Luis, Kristina, and I diligently sat at our lab bench, writing up our physics lab as the clock approached evening. We were one of the only few groups left, which was usual, however, this particular lab had stumped my mind and we were trying to hash out the summary questions.
I had woken up this morning in a similar fashion as the day before; I weighed another five pounds less—ten pounds total in two days—and I almost could swear I saw a subtle change in my facial appearance with the weight loss, but that was the only noticeable element changing with my body. It was exasperating since I still saw little beauty in my appearance, but my functional ankles more than made up for any frustrations I felt over facing my reflection.
The physics lab had been harder than I had imagined, however. I struggled through it, trying to understand the purpose of the experiment, knowing fully well it was beca
Mirror, Mirror (27)27. Star GazingMirror, Mirror (27) by OneWithTheStars
There was almost a skip in my step as I lightheartedly lugged my hockey gear from Tuttle and over the athletic field back toward the dorms. My body still radiating off the excessive amount of heat I had generated from practice, I found myself going without my jacket and twirling the shaft of my stick within my hand, glancing up momentarily at the blanket of stars spread across the night sky. My eyes immediately found Orion, one of the few constellations I had memorized at a very young age, my eyes drawn up to the star just to the northeast of the constellation, one particular star catching my eyes from its surrounding friends.
Upon the blanket of twilight navy,
glowing spheres sparkle and shine—
somewhere out there is home.
“It is a beautiful night,” I heard the familiar voice suddenly state.
Startled, I turned from the position I had
Mirror, Mirror (26)26. Wonder WomanMirror, Mirror (26) by OneWithTheStars
I nervously stood just outside the rink, my hockey gear donning my frame and obscuring it under the massive amounts of padding, shifting my weight back and forth between my ankles while we waited for the Zamboni to finish cleaning the ice, as the broom hockey league encroached onto our ice time as usual. Truthfully, we had begun plotting to just take the ice once our time started and crosscheck them until they got the hint they were half an hour over on their reserved time.
I waited for the others to take the ice; I wanted to be sure no one else was in the way when I attempted it. Taking a nervous swallow, I easily walked across the floor and to the rink’s edge, glancing down at my ankles laced up in their skates. Taking in a deep breath and holding onto it for a brief moment before letting it out, I assessed how my ankles were feeling—pain free and strong like they had been all day long—b
Mirror, Mirror (25)25. ReminisceMirror, Mirror (25) by OneWithTheStars
I once more emerged into the crisp evening air, hastily crossing the cement between the triplet high rises and made my way to Perry while Bramley remained to my left, poised adjacent to the other two dorms. Reaching the entranceway, Kevin pushed the door open and emerged out of the building. “Hey, long time, no see,” I greeted with a smile as he made his way over to me standing before the stairway.
“I know,” he confessed, ambling over to me before the two of us descended the stairs in tandem. “I’ve just been so busy with classes and homework, I don’t seem to have a moment to myself anymore.”
“You and me both,” I concurred, the two of us sharing in our general frustration of the inability to see friends as often as we would like. “I’m glad you wanted to go to dinner.”
“I thought I was gonna have
I've enjoyed sketching and writing since I was a little girl. I've had very little training in either department, so what I do is limited and I try to learn different techniques when I can. My drawing style I seem to be naturally good at is a "realistic cartoon" and tend to draw characters from my stories. My default media is pencil/paper and I haven't tried teaching myself inking capabilities...yet. I'm really trying to (slowly) teach myself some more elements of realism, but it's so difficult for me.
As far as writing, my stories I've come up with span over so many sub genres of speculative fiction, I can't really say a specific genre I adhere to most frequently. In the distant past, I liked writing poetry (badly). It's making a comeback for me and I seem to be pulling a lot of these old poems from the ashes and breathing new life into them, occasionally coming up with new ones as well. Poetry I write will go through phases of a necessity to rhyme to whatever my mind feels like the poem needs to be.
I have tried dabbling in other media forms for art--painting, charcoals, photography--and I look to expand those in the future when time permits.