Fatoumata Diallo

Write a creative story responding to the prompt: “If someone were to step into your soul right now, what’s the story?” It can be fiction or nonfiction.

You wake up abruptly after having a weird dream. As you look around you realize you are in your room. As you look around your room and study the familiar features, your eyes catch a mirror propped up on your wall. You question if you have always had that mirror or if it was new. You genuinely could not remember. You get up to inspect the mirror to try and satisfy your curiosity. You walk slowly to the mirror, and the closer you get you realize that your reflection does not appear in the mirror. You begin to rub your eyes telling yourself it must be a side effect from just walking up. After rubbing your eyes, you open them again and finally see your reflection and begin to make movements to make sure everything was as it should be. As you continue moving around in front of the mirror, you are glad that your reflection is following along. Believing that you should complete one last action to prove everything was all in your mind, you playfully stick out your tongue. As you do this your reflection completes this same motion, and as you are about to turn around and head back to sleep. Your reflection stays in that same position, tongue still stuck out. You freeze, eyes growing big as the only thing you can do is stare back in horror. But, what makes you scream, is the smile and the tongue on your reflection face that continues to grow the longer you stare at it. Myschevy oozing from the glass. Suddenly, your reflection stopped making these movements and began to laugh while pointing at you. The laugh is not reflecting the evil tendencies that it was when it first started to mimic you. Instead the laugh was more childlike. The reflexion stops laughing and reaches out its hand for you. “I’m sorry I scared you. Let me make it up. I want to show you something” says the reflection. You remain still and cannot yet comprehend what is going on. Your reflection is actually talking to you. A wave of questions formed in your mind. Was this really my reflection? How is this even possible? What is up with this mirror? How is she going to make it up? The reflection begins to laugh once more and extend its hand even further. “I know this is weird, don’t worry. I am not going to hurt you. It's not in my character. Here let me make it up to you.” says the reflection You are still confused by this whole situation, but your curiosity begins to take over and commands your body to begin moving towards the outstretched hand. You slowly walk towards the mirror, cautious and careful. You extend your own hand and as your fingertips begin to move closer towards the mirror, you realize they begin to disappear within the glass. You suddenly stop and pull your fingers away from the new and weird sensation. “Woah…” you gasp As strange as it was, when your fingers touched the mirror, you felt like you had come into contact with something so strong and colorful. It was a feeling you wanted to experience once again. As fear began to leave your body, you took a leap of faith and pushed your body through the mirror grabbing the hand on the other side. Eyes closed and one hand wrapped around yourself for protection, you are plunged into a new realm. “Open your eyes, you do not want to miss this.” You hear a voice call out As you open your eyes, you are left speechless and you begin to take in the new world around you. Everything was green and pink, and different variants of those colors. There were so many planets, and all within reach somehow. On each planet, there were so many people, each doing their own thing. Everyone was happy and felt fulfilled. The space in between the planets was a sea of pink. Everything was so bright and big. So colorful and exciting, yet mysterious and breathtaking. It felt as if you could get lost in here forever. The words of your reflection ran through your mind. “Let me make it up to you”. “This was so worth it.” You thought. As you turned to your reflection hands intertwined one another. You are shocked when you look to see the person holding your hand was not a reflection of yourself, but a girl smiling right at you. She had a hijab on her head, and was really short, around 5’3 if you were to be exact. She had light brown skin and small gaps between her teeth when she smiled. She begins to run, forcing you to follow behind her. And as she is running she looks back and says, “Welcome to The Visionary Corps, how about I show you around?” she says while smiling, gaps making their appearance once again. As you are running along with her,, you take in the scenery of this universe you have been transported to and you begin to smile as well, picking up speed. “Sure” you say as you return the smile.