Mermaid Dreams

A crowd of people is swarming around her. They cannot help themselves. Her voice reels them in and holds them spellbound. She sings – of love and loss and letting go – and dances – light on her feet like a prima ballerina. Her audience laughs and cries and when a song comes to its end, they beg for another one, not noticing that the spell has been broken.

She feels sadness.

She has never been happier.

She wants this moment to last.

But she wakes.

Because she chased a dream that turned into a nightmare, she can neither sing nor dance anymore.

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Story 23 of 31 for Story A Day May – I’m stuck in a mermaid rut…

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The Mermaid’s Sisters

a sleeping mermaid
(c) Sonya, 2015

‘A mermaid who cannot sing is like a fish without fins.’

The eldest sister gives a sad shake of the head that makes her hair float from side to side.

‘Will you not give her voice back?’

‘Deal’s a deal.’

The five sisters wince.

‘If she could sing, she might rediscover happiness.’

Is the youngest sister sang, wouldn’t she infect anyone who listened with her sadness? If she wanted the ability to voice her heartache, wouldn’t she come herself?

But mostly, the sea-witch likes watching the King’s daughters recoil when they hear a mermaid’s voice out of a sea-witch’s mouth.

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Story 22 of 31 for Story A Day May.

Lady M(ermaid)

Sleeping Mermaid – (c) Sonya, 2015

The Little Mermaid took the knife and ran to the prince’s bedroom. She loved him. But if she couldn’t have him, she didn’t want another woman to have him, either. She plunged the knife into his heart, put it in his new wife’s hand and wet her feet with his blood. They stopped hurting. She flung herself out the window and into the sea, watching her legs turn into a fishtail again.

Despite the transformation, the Little Mermaid wasn’t herself anymore. She spent her days rubbing away an invisible stain on her tail, voicelessly complaining about her ever bloody feet.

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Story 19 of 31 for Story A Day May – today’s prompt suggested we retell a fairy tale, so I injected a little Shakespeare into the ending of the Little Mermaid.

Hanna and Greg

100 words about a brother and a sister abandoned by their father
photo prompt (c) S. Writings 

They drive in silence until Father pulls into a dirt lane and turns the engine off. They sit in the backseat, holding hands.

‘Food and water in the boot. Brought your sleeping bags? Here, keys. Good luck.’

Off he treks.

‘Now what, Han?’

‘Don’t worry. We’ll drive until we find friendly people who’ll take us in.’

Hanna jangles the keys. Starting the car takes three attempts, turning it around six.

‘You’ll get us killed.’

‘Cut the negativity, Greg.’

‘How do you manage to remain so chirpy?’

‘We can’t let that witch win. We’ll survive and one day, we’ll get revenge.’

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Story 10 of 31 for Story A Day, inspired by this week’s FFfAW photo prompt.

Early Morning Flight

Once upon a time in a land far, far away… 

Shrouds of blue fog rise from the lake. The rowboat ploughs through the red, syrupy water, slowing down with every stroke. The slight rower dreads the lake monsters – slow creatures that make up in intelligence what they lack in speed. They’ll be calculating the best place to intercept the boat.

She’s known about them since she found a boatman training on a rowing machine.

‘Why?’

‘Building strength. So the monsters won’t pull me under, Princess.’

The other thing he told her: ‘I zig-zag across. Throws them off course.’

She’s outwitted her monstrous father. She’ll fool the lake monsters, too.

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It’s the second day of Writing 101, and I’ve combined today’s prompt with the MFtS prompts. It’s a lovely picture, and I’m looking forward to reading the other stories.