every thing gets messy in this thriller when a girl is driven to taking her own life, by her  high school classmates she comes back to take her revenge for every time they took her will to live

“there will never be another victoria”

"Dianne walks into the room...it seems like it hasn't been opened for a long time. Cobwebs hang from the walls and a musty smell lingers about. There in the other corner of the room, a tall, dusty mirror leans against the wall..."
When Dianne finds a hidden room in the basement of her house, she discovers a mirror with a terrible secret. Will Dianne be able to escape the mirror's evil whispers?

There are many things beyond mere man’s comprehension that should never be meddled with.

Ram is a fourteen-year-old delinquent from Bangkok, Thailand, living in the Klong Toey slum on the banks of the Chao Phraya River. He runs with the wrong crowd, and his single mum can no longer control him. He has killed many pets in the neighbourhood for fun, and he’s now ready to move on up to bigger game. The last straw is when he’s accused of attempted rape.

His uncle takes him up into the mountains, for contemplation and meditation, and to try to teach him some self-respect and discipline. He leaves Ram at an ancient jungle temple that has a shrine dedicated to the tall, hungry ghosts. Instead of helping Ram, it manages to get him into even more trouble with the monks.

Ram comes face-to-face with his worst nightmare when he realizes something’s should never be meddled with, and the comprehension that mere material possessions cannot save his damned soul.

Author:
M.J. Swenson has been writing stories since elementary school and earned a B.A. in Creative Writing from the University of St. Thomas, Minnesota. Besides writing and reading, M.J. also enjoys playing music and video games.

I woke up feeling that something had changed.

I blinked twice, waiting for my eyes to adjust, and glanced at the clock beside my bed. It read 6:38, as it did every morning. I slid out of bed and moved to my dresser, where I opened the third drawer and pulled out a dark blue V-necked shirt with short sleeves and a dark blue pair of pants. I changed in front of the mirror and examined myself. I looked just as I had the last time I’d looked in the mirror: long, straight, dark brown hair; blue eyes; an absurdly straight and narrow nose; the slight scar at the edge of my eyebrow. The scar whose origin I still couldn’t remember.

"Luckily, I was able to retrieve the sword." Night Wind stepped in front of Miss Mirror and bowed. He placed the sword down in front of her. The Duke was gone, so it seemed that Night Wind had gotten rid of the man.
"The sword was broken?" Miss Mirror asked, looking directly at Night Wind. She didn't stoop to touch the sword.
It seemed like a pointless question to ask, but there was a deeper meaning to her inquiry.
Night Wind knew what she was asking. He immediately answered, "When I pulled it out, it was broken already. And I couldn't find any pieces of the blade in the surrounding area, either. I tested what's left of the blade, and while I don't know what level it is, it could cut through the rubble like butter."
Han Sen understood. Night Wind had answered three of Miss Mirror's questions. He wasn't the one to break the sword, and the sword hadn't broken recently. Furthermore, the sword power was still inside it.
"Let's see if we can use it to widen the hole in the tree," Miss Mirror instructed Night Wind, still not touching the sword herself.
Han Sen knew why Miss Mirror didn't want to accept the sword; she still didn't know if Night Wind was going to betray her. If he really held traitorous intentions, he would reveal his true self and strike Miss Mirror down as soon as she took the sword.
Miss Mirror didn't want to go against Night Wind just yet, so she didn't want to touch the sword. First, she wanted to see if Night Wind could cut the tree open.
If he was unable to widen the hole, then the requiem egg tree would remain beyond their reach. In that case, they would no longer have any reason to distrust each other, and they'd continue cooperating in order to remove their red-eye affliction.
Night Wind was the strongest one there, so they would need his help.
"Let me see what I can do to free the egg," Night Wind said, and then he approached the opening in the requiem tree. He lifted the sword and slashed toward the hole.
The dark color of the blade spread, and Night Wind's dark substance chain struck the tree hole. The darkness broke and spilled everywhere.
But when the blade of the broken sword slammed into the hole, it bit into the trunk of the tree, splitting the wood in a narrow gash.
"It works!" Night Wind exulted. He pulled the broken sword free and then continued to strike the tree hole. Wood chips flew everywhere, and the fist-sized hole got bigger and bigger.
Han Sen and Miss Mirror simply stood beneath the tree, watching. While the broken sword was capable of cutting the tree, the wood of the tree itself was still incredibly hard. Night Wind was making progress, but only a few centimeters were achieved with each strike.
After slashing at the tree for half an hour, the hole had been expanded to the size of a frying pan's lid. The requiem tree egg still wasn't visible through the hole, of course.
"We're almost there. Try to pull the egg out so that we can confirm that it's genuine," Miss Mirror said from down below.
Night Wind slung the broken sword across his back. He put his hand inside and felt around until he got a firm grip on the egg. Then he pulled the egg out as far as it would go. Only the tip was showing, though, as the hole was too small to pull the egg out completely.
From the part of it that was showing, the requiem tree egg appeared to be transparent. It looked like amber, in that it was tinged with a bit of gold. It looked pretty. It gave off a fragrance that awakened Han Sen's senses, like his body was being rinsed clean by some holy liquid.
"It is a requiem tree egg!" Night Wind said with a grin.
Miss Mirror looked awed. Han Sen had never seen a requiem tree egg before, so he didn't know what it was supposed to look like, but that gold crystal was obviously some good stuff.
Once they had confirmed the nature of the orb inside the tree, Night Wind let the egg fall back into the hole and went back to hacking at the tree trunk using the broken sword. Wood chips and shavings flew everywhere as the hole grew steadily larger.
Han Sen and Miss Mirror looked at each other. They could see the greediness and awareness in each other's eyes.
Such a giant requiem tree egg was the rarest of treasures. They all wanted it for themselves, but Night Wind was too powerful. And Han Sen and Miss Mirror couldn't predict if Night Wind would betray them.
In addition to being deified, he was now wielding that deadly broken sword. If he did decide to turn on them, Han Sen and Miss Mirror would be in a lot of danger.
After another hour of hacking away at the tree, the tree hole was an entire meter wide. It seemed as if they'd be able to pull the tree egg out now.
Night Wind swung the broken sword across his back. He leaned into the greatly expanded hole, using his hands to try to pull the egg out into the open.
Night Wind applied steady pressure, and the egg began to slide steadily, if slowly, out of the hole. The giant requiem tree egg was gold like amber, and the small section that had been revealed so far looked like the narrow end of a chicken's egg.
All three of them froze as they stared not at the egg itself, but at what lay beneath the egg's transparent exterior.
Within that small end of the gold egg, they could see a head. It looked like the head of someone who was either a human or one of the Extreme King.
The head appeared to belong to an eighteen-year-old girl. Her eyes were closed peacefully, and her hair appeared to be gold, but they couldn't tell if that was just the tint of the tree egg or her natural color.
Her eyelashes were long. In that serene pose, she looked like Sleeping Beauty from the fairytale.
"Why does the requiem tree egg have a creature inside it?" Night Wind asked, looking at the tree egg with confusion.
Miss Mirror looked at the tree egg, shook her head, and said, "I don't know. I've never heard of such a giant requiem tree egg. And I've never heard of there being life inside one of them."
"Is the requiem tree a xenogeneic? Can the requiem tree breed and produce life?" Han Sen asked uncertainly.
"Maybe she accidentally entered the tree hole and died, and then her body was covered by resin. Maybe that is how she ended up like this," Night Wind mumbled thoughtfully to himself.
Han Sen's eyes suddenly hardened. He gritted his teeth and said, "Now we have one more person!"
When Night Wind and Miss Mirror heard him, their brows furrowed. The prediction of the six pictures revealed four faceless men. They thought that they had changed things by getting rid of the Duke. When their numbers were reduced to three, they thought they had trumped the prophecy.
But now the tree egg had a human-like creature inside, and that brought their numbers back up to four.
The three of them looked at each other nervously. Night Wind gnashed his teeth. He wanted to push the tree egg back into the hole.
But the tree egg suddenly shone with a golden light, and a wave of power tossed Night Wind away from the egg and the girl it contained. The egg shot out of the hole like a bullet, then fell to the ground where it rolled for a bit.
Now that they could see the tree egg's full appearance, it was just as Miss Mirror had predicted. Two meters tall and one meter wide. It was like a giant amber egg.
A naked, fifteen-year-old girl lay inside that tree egg. Beneath the blonde hair that spread across her shoulders, they could see a tattoo covering her whole back.
"A Nine-Life Cat!" Han Sen thought the instant he saw the tattoo. His nostrils flared, and he barely kept himself from shouting the words.


In the magnificent interstellar era, mankind has finally developed teleport technology, but when trying to teleport, they are not sent to the future, the past, or any land known to men...

This mysterious space is called God’s Sanctuary, where lived numerous unknown creatures. Here, humans will make the greatest leap in their evolution to create the most glorious epoch in history.

"Sacred-blood creature black beetle killed. Beast soul of sacred-blood black beetle gained. Eat the meat of sacred-blood black beetle to gain 0 to 10 geno points randomly."



Aaron’s leg began to feel loose. Light in a way, as if he was floating. But apparently, that seemed to be the case because he wasn’t falling to his death. Neither were his feet kissing the ground. The whole place was utterly black and it was spotted with twinkling stars and glazed with pink and purple hazes that imitated star clusters and milky ways. Space. The final frontier they called it. And Aaron seemed to be in the smack dab middle of it, mundanely floating about. 

There was a giant monster of a ball that seemed to be glowering at him from behind. Jupiter. The gray and brown striped planet threatened many of the players by its size while alienating its empty soul into the depths of the galaxy. 

There were vents that floated around the spacial void. Some players didn’t waste any time getting into them. 

The AI didn’t announce the level but instead introduced this place as The Inbetween. A place between levels. A refuge between levels. But was having difficulty being immersed in this idea. A refuge? How come the majority of players weren’t rushing to get into the next vent? What stalled them? 

Aaron was about to open a vent to carry himself to the next level when he felt a weight press against his elbows. 

“Watch it!” Aaron whimpered. 

“What are you doing?” Laney asked, doing a quick somersault in the air. She admired space. For some reason, it felt risk-free. Inviting even. Aaron felt the opposite. There was nothing in this game that he could trust anymore. 

“What does it look like?” 

“You sure you want to do that?” said a voice that didn’t belong to Laney. It was Lex, being trailed by Miles. Aaron puffed for a bit. It was refreshing to see them again but it was kind of annoying at the same time that the game tossed and turned them into different levels like romaine lettuce. It was almost as if relationships weren’t meant to be built in this game. 

“Good to see you, little sister,” said Miles rather underwhelmingly, as he casually did a backflip. He too, like Laney, seemed to be taking advantage of the joyous buoyancy of space. “I’d knew you show up at some point. You never seem to quit do you?” 

“And where would that have gotten you?” Laney said hotly. 

“Fair enough.” 

Lex swam through the black space toward Aaron’s vent. He seemed to be adorned in the same hesitancy that the other players had. The same fear. 

“How certain can you be that this vent will take you where you want to go?” Lex asked. 

“What do you mean?” Aaron asked. “I mean, shouldn’t it? That’s how they work.” 

“That’s how they’re supposed to work,” Lex corrected him. “But that doesn’t mean that’s how they will work. There’s a trick to this in-between place. Some type of caveat and unfortunately you were prone to being blind to it just a minute ago. Like so many of the other players.” 

“What’s the trick then?” 

“Observe,” said Lex, in an unsettling placid way. 

Not too far from them, there was a kid about their age and he had just discovered a vent near him. Out of anticipation, he quickly flung it open and as soon as he did, a ferocious flame devoured him, sucking him into the flare automatically. The fate of the kid had already been decided. 

Aaron’s heart began to pound. But there was a small heat in this one. 

“What the-so you’re saying some of these vents instantly teleport you into the sun as soon as you open them?” 

“The game is good at hiding things like this. I’m glad I was the one to tell you before it was too late.” 

“I-I don’t know what to say.” Aaron sputtered. 

“Whatever it is, it’s better enunciated in a different vent. Maybe the green one over there.” 

“How can you be sure it’s safe?” Miles asked, the telltale fear escaping through his chittering voice. 

“I can’t. But it’s the only vent that’s green in this whole area. Something tells me luck is on our side on this one.” 

The four players swam across to the green vent and tentatively pulled it out. No flame came this time but the mysterious gaping hole still couldn’t be ignored. One by one they flung themselves into the vent, bracing for whatever awaited them on the other side. 

Aaron fell into a room that appeared to be oddly reflective. A room bedecked with nothing but mirrors. Tall narrow mirrors that stretched its hands toward God. The room was unassumingly quiet, a tale that was pretty common when you’re the only one standing in it. 

There was a knife in the middle of this room. A straight narrow knife. Was Aaron supposed to pick it up? And even then, what would he do with it? 

Before he went to grab it, the AIs voice revived itself. 

‘Welcome to level twenty-seven. May you conclude this level in peace.” 

Then something freaky happened afterward. The reflections of Aaron began to unglue themselves from the mirror and come to real life. Suddenly the knife didn’t seem all that pointless anymore. Suddenly it felt like the game was whispering to him “Do or Die”. 

Aaron hastily barrelled the knife into his hand and then began to stab his clones in the chest. Their cardinal blood would seep through the crystal glass but then they’d find a way to vanish back into the mirror and then reanimate themselves back into the fight. It seemed that this hashing of clones would be endless and Aaron would die due to his lack of energy. 

But then a lightbulb switched in his head. What if the main target wasn’t the clones but the mirrors themselves? And most importantly, which one? 

Aaron stabbed his way through a horde of clones until he found another crowd of Aarons just standing there, not even bothering to be affiliated in the fight. They were guarding something, and Aaron knew for a fact he needed to get past them to get to the mirror. But he couldn’t just go at them, because they too had been carrying knives. 

Aaron storked back to the center of the fight. This time more unarmed Aarons came at him but Aaron didn’t slit their throats and try to prick them in the ribs. Instead, he marched ahead of them to the group of Aarons that were guarding the mirror. The Aarons stood guard ready to fight. 

Aaron grinned. They couldn’t fight the Aarons while wholeheartedly focused on him. They were partially distracted. And this made for an easy fight. Aaron swung and slashed his knife at the remaining Aarons until he got a clearing and then he finally smashed the mirror. The mirror cracked, revealing the appearance of a doorknob through all the shards. Aaron grabbed the doorknob and pulled it forward, shattering the mirror all the way and obliterating all the Aarons one by one. 

Aaron flit through the door, escaping what could’ve been an existential nightmare of himself.

A boy enters a virtual reality game to help his family. The only problem is, nobody has ever won.

Aaron's leg began to feel loose. Light in a way, as if he was floating. But apparently, that seemed to be the case because he wasn't falling to his death. Neither were his feet kissing the ground. The whole place was utterly black and it was spotted with twinkling stars and glazed with pink and purple hazes that imitated star clusters and milky ways. Space. The final frontier they called it. And Aaron seemed to be in the smack dab middle of it, mundanely floating about.
There was a giant monster of a ball that seemed to be glowering at him from behind. Jupiter. The gray and brown striped planet threatened many of the players by its size while alienating its empty soul into the depths of the galaxy.
There were vents that floated around the spacial void. Some players didn't waste any time getting into them.
The AI didn't announce the level but instead introduced this place as The Inbetween. A place between levels. A refuge between levels. But was having difficulty being immersed in this idea. A refuge? How come the majority of players weren't rushing to get into the next vent? What stalled them?
Aaron was about to open a vent to carry himself to the next level when he felt a weight press against his elbows.
"Watch it!" Aaron whimpered.
"What are you doing?" Laney asked, doing a quick somersault in the air. She admired space. For some reason, it felt risk-free. Inviting even. Aaron felt the opposite. There was nothing in this game that he could trust anymore.
"What does it look like?"
"You sure you want to do that?" said a voice that didn't belong to Laney. It was Lex, being trailed by Miles. Aaron puffed for a bit. It was refreshing to see them again but it was kind of annoying at the same time that the game tossed and turned them into different levels like romaine lettuce. It was almost as if relationships weren't meant to be built in this game.
"Good to see you, little sister," said Miles rather underwhelmingly, as he casually did a backflip. He too, like Laney, seemed to be taking advantage of the joyous buoyancy of space. "I'd knew you show up at some point. You never seem to quit do you?"
"And where would that have gotten you?" Laney said hotly.
"Fair enough."
Lex swam through the black space toward Aaron's vent. He seemed to be adorned in the same hesitancy that the other players had. The same fear.
"How certain can you be that this vent will take you where you want to go?" Lex asked.
"What do you mean?" Aaron asked. "I mean, shouldn't it? That's how they work."
"That's how they're supposed to work," Lex corrected him. "But that doesn't mean that's how they will work. There's a trick to this in-between place. Some type of caveat and unfortunately you were prone to being blind to it just a minute ago. Like so many of the other players."
"What's the trick then?"
"Observe," said Lex, in an unsettling placid way.
Not too far from them, there was a kid about their age and he had just discovered a vent near him. Out of anticipation, he quickly flung it open and as soon as he did, a ferocious flame devoured him, sucking him into the flare automatically. The fate of the kid had already been decided.
Aaron's heart began to pound. But there was a small heat in this one.
"What the-so you're saying some of these vents instantly teleport you into the sun as soon as you open them?"
"The game is good at hiding things like this. I'm glad I was the one to tell you before it was too late."
"I-I don't know what to say." Aaron sputtered.
"Whatever it is, it's better enunciated in a different vent. Maybe the green one over there."
"How can you be sure it's safe?" Miles asked, the telltale fear escaping through his chittering voice.
"I can't. But it's the only vent that's green in this whole area. Something tells me luck is on our side on this one."
The four players swam across to the green vent and tentatively pulled it out. No flame came this time but the mysterious gaping hole still couldn't be ignored. One by one they flung themselves into the vent, bracing for whatever awaited them on the other side.
Aaron fell into a room that appeared to be oddly reflective. A room bedecked with nothing but mirrors. Tall narrow mirrors that stretched its hands toward God. The room was unassumingly quiet, a tale that was pretty common when you're the only one standing in it.
There was a knife in the middle of this room. A straight narrow knife. Was Aaron supposed to pick it up? And even then, what would he do with it?
Before he went to grab it, the AIs voice revived itself.
'Welcome to level twenty-seven. May you conclude this level in peace."
Then something freaky happened afterward. The reflections of Aaron began to unglue themselves from the mirror and come to real life. Suddenly the knife didn't seem all that pointless anymore. Suddenly it felt like the game was whispering to him "Do or Die".
Aaron hastily barrelled the knife into his hand and then began to stab his clones in the chest. Their cardinal blood would seep through the crystal glass but then they'd find a way to vanish back into the mirror and then reanimate themselves back into the fight. It seemed that this hashing of clones would be endless and Aaron would die due to his lack of energy.
But then a lightbulb switched in his head. What if the main target wasn't the clones but the mirrors themselves? And most importantly, which one?
Aaron stabbed his way through a horde of clones until he found another crowd of Aarons just standing there, not even bothering to be affiliated in the fight. They were guarding something, and Aaron knew for a fact he needed to get past them to get to the mirror. But he couldn't just go at them, because they too had been carrying knives.
Aaron storked back to the center of the fight. This time more unarmed Aarons came at him but Aaron didn't slit their throats and try to prick them in the ribs. Instead, he marched ahead of them to the group of Aarons that were guarding the mirror. The Aarons stood guard ready to fight.
Aaron grinned. They couldn't fight the Aarons while wholeheartedly focused on him. They were partially distracted. And this made for an easy fight. Aaron swung and slashed his knife at the remaining Aarons until he got a clearing and then he finally smashed the mirror. The mirror cracked, revealing the appearance of a doorknob through all the shards. Aaron grabbed the doorknob and pulled it forward, shattering the mirror all the way and obliterating all the Aarons one by one.
Aaron flit through the door, escaping what could've been an existential nightmare of himself.

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