The melody was hypnotic. I heard it, as I collected the crab baskets from the pier. The sight of the owner of such songs eluded me, yet that alone added to the allure. I felt my tongue grow heavy, sinking further into the floor of my mouth, unable to call out.
The crab baskets were quickly abandoned. Her voice was soft, whispery as though she was spilling secrets made from liquid gold. I searched the shores, footprints in the soft sands that were blown away only seconds later.
She was beautiful. But with a voice like that, she had to be.
The moonlight illuminated her flowing dress, which danced against the surface of the glittering waves. Her hair as dark as squid ink, as she tucked it behind her ear. She stood, knee-deep in the ocean. At least, that was what I had assumed.
I approached her, stricken with something akin to admiration. I wanted to speak, greet her, yet the words died on my tongue as I entered the sea to join her side. The moon made her skin glimmer like crushed pearls until... they were skin. But scales. Her dress hid the silken tail that was coiled and ready.
The illusion had broken.
I rushed the shore, the waves dragging me back before urging me on. The sea spluttered as my legs and arms crashed against it before her claws reached out with a deafening screech. Her eyes were cold as she scratched along my ear to the crevice of my neck.
By the time I made it to the shore, she was long gone.
Leaving nothing but scars.
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A Writers Desperation
PovídkyA collection of writing, of varying topics that could become something more, but never something less. No story holds the same, they are all different. Sometimes, not coherent.
