Man In The Mirror..

The room was dark, save for the glow of the fire from the old brick fireplace in the north wall. There was dusty antique furniture in the room. Aside from the dust, the room was clean.  In front of the fireplace, there was an old man in a rocking chair, wrapped in a blanket. He was staring at the fire and he seemed lost inside it.

You could see the sparkle in the old man's eyes as he stared at the fire. He was lost in his own world, and seemed to be at peace. On the eastern wall of the room was a big picture mirror that was immaculately clean. The heavy frame of the mirror was a victorian gothic design, and was gold in color. The mirror pictured everything in the room perfectly. It was quite a sight to see. The mirror seemed to shine.

The old man suddenly sat up. He had a fire in his eyes that seemed to come from within.  The old man lifted his arm up, and pointed the at the fire, and pointed at it. As if a man possessed, he shouted "That is it, I am out of here!!". He the wrapped the blanket around himself, and ran towards the mirror. In a matter of second, he ran from the chair to the mirror, and jumped right into it. The mirror made a tinkling sound as he entered it, not unlike electricity. The last thing you could see was the old man, in the mirror, looking out from it at the big empty room, at the fire place....

Pale City of Horror

I looked around the cold, dark city, draped in the starry blackness of night, and then I saw its red eyes and pale skin, and I realized in horror that there was no escape from this place...

Tea.

The fat man sat down at the teashop, pushing the seat out to adjust his bulk as he sat down at the tiny, white table. Smelly and sweaty he was, and dressed in a plaid
green suit, he shouted loudly for service at any poor waiter who had the unfortunate dilema of getting within his vision. "What a rude, disgusting bulk of a man, they thought."
Needless to say they gave him good service. "Earl Grey!!" The man shouted. "Heavy cream and lots of sugar!!" He continued, cutting the waitress who served him off as she attempted to speak. The man then took out five one dollar bills and placed them on the table. "Every time you do not do what I ask, I will take away one of these, He then told her."

Three minutes went by, and the waitress came to the man's table. "Here is your tea, sir." she said. "Earl Grey, lots of cream and lots of sugar." The man grunted, almost not even acknowledging her. Shortly thereafter, The waitress returned with another cup of Earl Grey,
with lots of cream and sugar. Instead of gulping this cup down, like the man did with the last cup,
The fat man instead pondered it, almost as if it was some kind of jewel. The fat man then brought
The cup to his lips, and took a surprisingly dainty sip.

The tea went down into his gullet, and then proceeded to burn his insides out like liquid fire. The fat man thrashed about, wailing in agony as the tea burned him inside out slowly. Amazingly enough, though, the other patrons of the tea establishment just went about their business, almost as if the man was ordering another cup of tea, instead of thrashing about on the ground, screaming and making so much noise like he was. “HELP ME!!!! HELP ME!!!!” “IT BURNS!!!” “AHH!!!!!!” The man lay thrashing on the ground, screaming in mortal agony.

The fat man’s agony did not last very much longer, for soon after that spectacle, witch brought no Samaritans, the man stopped moving, and then slowly proceeded to shrivel up and turn black, like charcoal. In a matter of ten to twenty minutes, than man, save for his clothing, was a blackened hulk, almost resembling a fat man, yet in a way it didn’t.

Three tea Barista’s came out from behind the counter, picked up the significantly lighter body, and hauled it into the back of the tea shop. They then removed the dead man’s clothes, and then proceeded to break his body up into chunks, and grind the chunks down into fine powder. They then proceeded to dump the powder into little tea packets, and also put some of the powder into glass sugar shakers. A waitress also came out to where the fat man sat, adjusted the table and chair he was at, and cleaned up the mess that was left by his thrashing about, and the burnt spot on the floor where his body lay. A waitress came out soon after, and placed the glass dispensers among the condiments witch sat at each table of the Tea Shop.

The patrons of the Tea shop then took the dispensers witch contained the fat man’s ashes, and then dumped them into their tea, like sugar, and proceeded to go about their business. Occasionally, you could hear one now and then comment on how good the tea was.

-The End