[Mystique]

thanks for the 100words.com site, will check it out at work and keep my creative juices flowing

Just two snippets of two stories from me, the rest if there's interest, i'll post in 'chapters' on the Dead Poets Society group, kinda like the cosy small environment than mass public viewing

NOTE: creative liberty with the use of 'lil' for 'little' - it's deliberate.

Spoiler for Water Solidifed:

Born from sand, melded by flame, the lil mirror stood proudly on the desk of its new owner. There were many many like it, each of different shapes and sizes, weight and even colour too.
The lil mirror liked living in The Shop.

The Shop was a place where all its friends hung out, lazing about gathering dust motes peacefully.
Although the most interesting days were often when humans came in to visit.
You see, the mirror was once told that being a mirror was a very important job especially for the humans.
“We by nature reflect their physical appearance and even sometimes their emotional ones too.”
It secured their existence in this planet and recorded the progress of their lives too.
A mirror had a very important job indeed, and the lil mirror was glad to reflect as best as it could to anyone who wanted to glance at it.
Usually the mirror was content to watch and reflect the faces of the humans, as it found out it was a ‘hand mirror’ and so it spent many many good times observing human faces and expressions, some really silly and comical, some sad, some happy.
But as much as the lil mirror loved being a mirror, sometimes it would feel sad.
When The Shop was sleeping, the lil mirror would settle in itself and glance at the moon that shone its reflection on it through the window and it would dream of someday maybe perhaps finding and meeting its own reflection.
Of course it knew it was silly, a mirror is made simply to reflect others, how can it itself contain more than simply glass.
But no matter how silly, on the fullest nights, the mirror would bask in moonlit glory and nightdream its lil transparent heart away.

One day on a busy day in The Shop, a young human girl was glancing at the lil mirror and its pals on the table top. She smiled and picked the lil mirror up, holding its silver frosted Celtic frame lovingly in her hands. The lil mirror readied itself to reflect for her but the girl would be entranced by the lil mirrors’ frame instead. She trailed her light fingers along the twirls of the Celtic frame, entranced by the frost design and spoke to The Shop’s Master about its price. The Master told her and she smiled saying she’d buy it.
The lil mirror couldn’t believe it!
It was going to be taken away from The Shop!

Next one was for a competition i took part in, it had to be related to 'japan' and be consistant with a 'theme' that we had a choice out of ten to pick from.

Spoiler for Natural course of things:

Attakai…
Warm…
So very warm.
She welcomed this foreign feeling that was slowly creeping up her arms, through her chest, towards her heart, this unfamiliar heat that was soothing her soul like a balm on an open wound.
It was so very warm…
She looked down to the source, unsurprised at the sight of seeing her hand submerged in a crimson pool. Rather, she wondered if she stared hard or long enough would it flow deep enough for her to glance at her reflection. She had forgotten to put on her usual make-up this morning due to the incident that occurred earlier. She hoped that she wouldn’t be scolded too badly for that.
A geiko must always be a flower that has freshly bloomed in the springtime. Elegant, fresh and forever radiant.

She certainly wasn’t fresh or elegant, sitting on the floor her kimono in disarray as it was, but she agreed with herself that she certainly was radiant.
“And it’s all thanks to you, Hiroshi-sama. You have given me so much already and now to offer me this final gift…” She bowed slightly before continuing. “It is more than I could ever imagine. I am forever indebted to you.”
She smiled at him knowing that it was unrequited. But she didn’t mind. Surely, one could not think wrong of the person that made her feel as alive as she was feeling now, her heart beating strong, painless and consistent.
She smiled, swishing her hand in the liquid warmth so caught up in her pleasure that her ears barely registered the scream that tore through the air like a piece of cloth being forcefully ripped.
Ragged, long and full of despair.
“Hi-Hiroshi-sama?”
Despondent to being forced to already leave her tranquil nirvana so soon, she allowed her mind to register the sights and sounds of the room as reality slowly drew back the curtain to the world that she had momentarily left. Turning her head, she saw a familiar figure crawl on all fours towards her although their eyes were completely focused on the sight beside her.
“Hiroshi-sama!” Came the scream, followed by eyes that she knew very well, like recognising an old friend that’s come to greet her.
“Why?”
The question was repeated again on a scream.
“Why Mieiko? Why?”

Mieiko blinked unfazed and turned to meet the eyes of her inquisitor. Oh, how she knew those eyes so well. Full of heartache for a situation you’ve yet to comprehend. Full of anguish, despair, confusion but most of all, deep within it all, a tiny seed of utmost cold certainty. A certainty that was as soon as it was realised, it’d be final like hammering down the final nail to a coffin.
And there was no way of stopping or reversing that ultimate blow.
Mieiko smiled as she remembered those emotions, now a thing of the past for her. Confusion now became apparent through the facial features of the person opposite her, reality still having not quite reached their mind. Seeing as they were good friends, Mieiko thought the least that she could do was to help the person to understand. True to her name stated, Tomoki was indeed a ‘precious friend’ and Mieiko knew that good friends always helped each other when the time arose.
“Because Tomoki, Hiroshi-sama loved me. And I did what any woman true to her heart did for a man that she loves…”
She paused, excited in the anticipation of witnessing the results of her charitable deed.
“I accepted his greatest gift to me. See look,” Mieiko added as she raised her hand close to their faces, crimson drops splashing freely onto her kimono.
“Look how radiant I’ve become. I’ll be the most beautiful geiko in all of Kyoto and it’s all thanks to Hiroshi-sama.”
Then she waited, knowing that it wasn’t long before her friend reacted to what she had just said, and sure enough Tomoki’s eyes became focused and so very very clear, the black of her pupils growing as realisation sunk in. Mieiko marvelled at the beauty of it all, seeing her own astonished image reflected in her friends’ eyes.
Yes, the final blow had been delivered, for Tomoki paled as white as the powder that they used to decorate their faces. Her delicate hands so skilled at playing the shamisen, were now trembling with fear, her eyes as wide, vast and black as the deepest pools of the universe.
Mieiko agreed with herself that it was indeed a very beautiful sight and wondered if that was the secret to all the rumours that she had heard about her.

Tomoki crawled slowly backwards, now uncertain of the unknown creature sat before her, sheer horror and panic threatening to engulf her crippling her senses completely until all that she could do was scream.
And scream that she did; a pain wrenching scream full of loss and the cruelty of having her future snatched away from her so merciless.
Other sounds accompanied Tomoki’s screams, Mieiko noticed. Sounds of shocked or horrified gasps, the heavy thuds of the royal guards’ feet, sounds of curses whispered into the air and then even more sounds of anguish, despair, loss. Everyone around her seemed so troubled, yet Mieiko did not mind for they could not understand the gift her beloved Hiroshi-sama had given her.
It was meant for her soul only after all.
The sounds dimmed down all at once as soft thuds of a single person’s footsteps entered the room before stopping. Mieiko didn’t need to look up to see the face belonging to the powerful, commanding yet secure presence that she felt. Only two people within the palace could carry such power and one lay beside her on the ground. The only other person that remained was the King himself.