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by Alissa Sage | Score: 2800

The storm raged around her. The winds blowing and rain pouring. The young girl typed on her computer, hoping it would stop. She was tired from the past days, her father died, her mother would cry every night. The sound of sobs made her shiver. She would never cry, even at her father's funeral she was quiet. No one else was quiet though. Her father was quiet the popular man. She remembered he would jump out of his seat to help anyone. She looked around. Her bed was a mess. She hadn't made it in days. Nothing got done around her house. Piles of flowers and gifts were stacked in the living room. "Daphne?" Her mother's voice cracked. She was crying. Daphne thought. "Yes?" Daphne replied. Faith, her mother, smiled. "Are you okay?" Faith asked. Daphne nodded. "Yes, but you aren't." Faith exhaled. "It's been a long week. But I came up to give this to you. It was a gift. It has no sender identification, though." Faith wheeled a fairly large mirror in her room. It was slightly shattered and the edges where rusted. It looked old. But Daphne looked into it, it was looking back. But the reflection wasn't hers, there where little differences. The reflection in the broken mirror was not her own.

Completed challenges

The following challenges were completed during the writing exercise:

Begin Start typing to begin
Event There is a great storm
Prop Include a computer
Words Reach 50 words
Event Your character travels into the past
Prop Include a bed
Words Reach 100 words
Words Reach 200 words

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