There was a whisper dancing across the sea, which could only be heard by attentive listeners on the darkest of nights.
It called upon the lonely wanderers of the world, to drop their weariness on the empty shores and embrace a new life on the ocean floors.
Of course, they would need to leave their bodies behind, as most mortals cannot breathe underwater. But their souls would live on in the empire of the sea witch, surrounded by other souls who could not resist the beckoning of a new chance at life.
Even if it was not technically a life at all.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
