Red eyes flashed at the girl. For a moment it almost seemed as if the sharp-toothed, feral faced girl-creature was not going to attack the human girl. But a second later as a pale white hand left the water, grabbed hold of the girl’s hand and dragged her down into the icy depths below, it was clear that any thinking of not had simply been wishful and foolish hopes that would be destroyed. Teeth attached themselves to flesh at throat. Red eyes turned the colour of the blood staining the dark water. To drown would have been a mercy. But not one a mermaid would ever provide.
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Cursed
PuisiThe stringy bits and pieces of my thoughts. A collection of pretentious poems and unfinished sentences better left unsaid.
