Mirror

You humans are all the same. You want someone to love you, to pamper you, and tell you that your the only one, that you are special.  Well I have news fleshies, your not special, your not beautiful, and frankly, you smell funny. To think an all knowing being like myself would find you beautiful and deserving of my praise... Why, that is just pompous, absurd, and quite arrogant.

But... I only-

I only! I simply! Just a small favor Mr. Magic Mirror!
Do I look like your pool boy? Is it simply the nature of a mirror to attract narcissism? This is a fate I grow tired of girl, a fate worse than having to stare at your wretched face every morning as you apply your "beauty" layer by layer...
Leave me be for today girl, I am not yet ready for such torture.

*girl turns and walks away, bowing her head*

Mirror mirror on the wall, you look so lonely long and tall, what makes you shine and tell the truth? What makes you such a hardy sleuth?
Be it magic or a curse, what brought you to such an awful earth?

Tom Thinks

Dead ends as dry as dust.
Bones, fragmented and strewn across the lawn.
A fairy who is long past her prime, lazily floats along leaving a trail of dark smoke behind her.
The sun shines but it is not seen, hidden behind clouds of lost hopes and dreams.
The air smells of old cookies and rotten fruit.

"This is the place lost to us long ago" says the disembodied voice.

Tom could care less, he looks around the unfamiliar surrounding. The scorched earth, the dark clouds, the countless horrors around him, and he thinks to himself; "Did I remember to lock the front door?"