Reflection
My mirror had a crack in it. That didn’t make sense, I’d only just bought it. But it was there, a small crack in the top right corner, in the shape of a six point star. I frowned at it, cursing that old antique shop.
I should have known better.
I turned away from the mirror, over to my bed, but an incessant tapping caught my attention.
The room plunged into darkness, despite it being the middle of the day. My breath hitched in my throat as I slowly turned back to face the mirror. My reflection hadn’t left, she was still there, blood flowing from her eyes and mouth as she screamed. ‘Let me out’.
By Mia Challoner
Coal
I carefully dropped each piece of coal into the bucket. The cool night breeze caressed my back and I turned around to caress it back but it turned out it was just the Seníc, the train that connected the two sister cities together. I took a quick glance at the city then turned back to my bucket of coal.
I grabbed it by the handle once it was full, and heaved it over to the front-step. I jerked my knee to open the door, but it didn’t work so I bit the handle and opened it that way.
I looked down the long corridor and sighed because I had to pull the bucket over and into our sitting room. It took me about 7 minutes to drag the bucket over. I called my mom, but she didn’t answer. I propped the bucket next to the fireplace and waited for my mom to come downstairs. She didn’t.
By Fernando Montoya Hedman