Happy October, everyone. I have a new short story that I started writing notes for a few days ago. I completed the outline for it quickly and am sharing it here for my followers, fans, friends, & family to review– for free. And it’s just in time for a fun, romantic, spooky Halloween this month. It’s light but sad.
“Azure in the Mirror” an original short story coming soon, written by Heather Harmon.
Outline for a new original story by Heather Harmon, entitled “Azure in the Mirror.”
Available for reviewing & enjoyment on my official website https://heatherharmon.net
I. Azure and her 15-year-old son Ember are walking in a nice ornate park, enjoying bonding with one another. Azure has a sip of sparkling wine after she and Ember have a seat in front of the lake. They talk to each other, share food. Around sunset, Azure and Ember are walking to leave the park and get back in their car to go home. After seated in their car, both look up at the sky in the same moment multiple strikes of lightning hit a tree nearby. The next strike hits the car. Rain begins to fall and more lightning with thunder, and Ember’s heart slowly stops beating. He passes away in the passenger’s seat, tearful. Azure knows when her son is dead. All she does is turn the engine off, cry, and hold her son’s dead body closely. Everything outside goes pitch black.
II. Azure awakens in her bedroom, sits up in her bed. It’s not lit or bright but notices the crystal ball with purple lightning set on the floor between her bed and mirror on the wall. Azure excitedly believes it to be a sign or a gift from her son Ember, touches the crystal ball excitedly, but when the purple lightning becomes exacerbated and jumps more at the touch of her palms and fingertips, Azure remembers the events at the park she experienced with her son Ember; then remembers his death. She feels angry, frantic, and more grievous. Screams. Cries. And is then sucked into the mirror with much turbulence. Azure is a spirit, her physical form is nowhere near– she died in her sleep.
III. Upon having been sucked into the mirror in her bedroom, Azure has a feeling of nothing but sadness. She now knows that not only is her son Ember dead, but she is dead as well. “Am I trapped in here?” “Where is my son?” “Please, God! What do I do?” Azure feels a magnetic force surrounding her form from within the mirror. She feels solid to herself. For a quiet moment, Azure stares out from the inside of the mirror and can only see her bed and the crystal ball with purple lightning, hardly visible now and fading from her vision. “It came from inside your body.” – the voice from her spirit guide speaks to her. “It is your life spirit orb.
Use your thoughts. Just move. Go.” Azure wills anything in a quick thought. Suddenly has “jumped” into another mirror that is inside of a room in a mausoleum. She can see white and red lit candles, pink and blue flowers, and wishes she could smell them. Azure next hears a quiet chorus of what sounds like children singing something depressing in an unfamiliar language. Over and over. “My sweet son!” Azure’s thoughts. “Is this happening? Am I even real, God?! Someone! Ember died in front of me!” Azure is crying and looks down at her blue dress and watches her tears wetting her dress at her bosom. “Azure…” the voice of the spirit guide. “Your son Ember was delicate and ill, unbeknownst to the two of you. Cling to your memories of Ember. You cherished him.” – voice of the spirit guide. “Could that be God?!” Azure’s thought. Voice of the spirit guide speaks softly to Azure. “You knew your son Ember so well that you would probably even recognize his skeleton. You might have been able to feel and even hear his heart beating. Dreams might have been shared between the two of you. Azure…” “Where is my Ember?!!” Azure’s thought. Azure is crying. “Azure… leave now.”
IV. “Forgive my soul!!” Azure’s frantic thoughts. “God, please?! I need my son Ember. Why did he die like that in front of me?! Let me out. Ember, I’ll find your spirit. I don’t want for you to be alone, sweetheart. And I don’t want to be alone.” Azure looked at the flowers inside of the crypt at the mausoleum from within the mirror. Almost immediately after she looked, she felt a force from her head latch onto a flower and sucked it inside of the mirror, fell beside her spirit “Azure… if you can take from the other side of the mirror by sight, you can place from within the mirror whatever you choose to the outside. Even a feeling or a wish. Please cling to your pleasant memories of dear Ember.” – the voice from the spirit guide. “Ember, my sweet son! You need me… needed me. I need you too.” Azure’s thought. In a quick moment, Azure finds she has jumped into another mirror and instantly, she can see from within a little boy and his father standing in a room in the sunroom of their home, conversing, laughing, and looking intermittently at their own reflections. Azure’s first thoughts were not worries about the what-ifs of if they could see her inside of the mirror staring at them– but that the little boy looks very similar to her dead 15-year-old son EMBER. So Azure is curious, but displeased because she knows it is NOT her son Ember. Voice from the spirit guide- “Azure… please don’t be mad at him… Azure… MOM… It’s me! It’s just me talking to you. I love you, Mom.” “I love you too, Ember! My baby boy!” Azure exclaims.
V. “Ember! I can hear your voice! So let me see you! I have a form, so you must too! Come, please, sweetheart!” Azure exclaims, knowing the presence of her son will find her. “I’m coming , Mom…” Ember speaks softly. He appears right next to his mother. All they do is embrace each other and cry tears of elation. They both stand together and stare from within the mirror out at the little boy and his father in their sunroom. Sounds of wind, crying, screaming, thunder, and crashes fill the sunroom of the little boy and his father. They start shaking they are so frightened. “Yeah, we know you can see us!” Exclaims Ember. “You are always going to!” Exclaims Azure. “We’re never leaving!” Ember and Azure shout at them. Azure and Ember hold hands, glare at them, and make all the lights in the outside sunroom flicker on and off. The little boy and his father run away screaming.
Outline completed on September 28, 2023
First made available for review on October 1, 2023
by Heather Harmon
https://heatherharmon.net
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