|redhead,grand ledge high school, hopelessly obsessed with adventure time, the hunger games,the walking dead. we've all got our passions, and mine is mermaids.|
retelling of the little mermaid: chapter 5I rest, as mother orders. I do think it is a good thing that she made a seashell bra for me. Because just having my breast covered by my hair is repulsive! I think about the merman that served for his family. It makes me think of merpeople afterlife. I was told that when a mermaid dies, She either becomes a maiden of the sky, or a maiden of hell. I am sure the merman lives in the sky, he earned that token of heaven. I think about how much I miss my true love, Nick. I just wish I could at least see his face...Just once...retelling of the little mermaid: chapter 5 by ocean-potion
The past couple of days, I have just been lazing around our spot. I lay on my back in the sand. Staring at the moon through the thick, shimmering water. The view from the seafloor looks like the waves are messing up the Moon's crescent shape. But then something completely blocks it. A large Object, or fish or whale, or something. I must know what it is! I undo my hair and free it from the braid it was tied in. And I swim up. I know what object it is. It's another p
retelling of the little mermaid: chapter 4Back in the cave, I am. And Mother knows about what I did, and she isn't really too happy about it either. She says I should know better. Now she has ordered me to rest today. But before I have to slumber, she wants to talk to me on our rock. She has her purse with her- which she has owned even in her days as a human. I know this 'talk' must be serious. She only brings her purse when we have serious talks. I bring the jewelry box with me. Mother sighs and looks my in the eyes "Anata, I want you to have this." she says while reaching into the purse. Pulling out something that makes me want to laugh.retelling of the little mermaid: chapter 4 by ocean-potion
A seashell bra. Held together with seaweed. I try to be serious while putting it on. great, Now i'm the most stereotypical mermaid in existence! I sing, I attempt to rescue drowning humans, I raid jewelry from sunken ships, and now I have seashells covering my breasts. Now all I need is a dolphin side-kick. Alright, time for me to snap back to reality and be serious. I smile at her and s
retelling of the little mermaid: chapter 3It is dark, I am guessing it is midnight. But I cannot sleep, I feel too restless tonight. Thinking about the death this morning. I stealthily swim out of the cave, trying not to wake mother. I rise to the surace, climb onto our rock, and stare at the full moon. Midnight air is warm. I think about my life as a human, when I didn't even know mermaids existed. And I think about Me sacrificing my soul to the sea witch, being cursed as a mermaid for all eternity, And this memory brings back something that always hurts me to remember.retelling of the little mermaid: chapter 3 by ocean-potion
My true love, Nickolas Thomas. A poor farm boy, whom I sacrificed my soul for. Memories of him and I swimming and always together as children are all that I have left of him. Us two were truly in young love. He was two years older than me, so he must be nineteen or twenty years old currently. I bet he's married to another-the other sickening thing to think about.
Fed up in this moment, and almost dried up, I dive back into the water. But I can't go bac