The Siren_A Boy's woes_A Rainy-Day Visitor_Bloom
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The Siren
The crisp air swirled around my hair, picking up my dark locks and whirling them around my ribs. It was a strange contrast, the warm water that my body was used to, and the cold, foreign air that plagued the land. No matter, I insisted to myself, I wouldn't be up here for long. I brought my gaze upon the ship softly sailing away from the land, and wicked smiled slipped across my features. Mother had sent me to the surface, insisting that I would never be declared siren queen if I didn't take the life of a land prince. It wasn't as if I had never thought of using my voice to lure men to me, but...
A Boy's woes
“Leave. Now.” Even as Isaiah spoke these two words, he could barely breathe. Shackles gripped his throat, tightening and tightening until he choked with rage and fury. He panted, gasping for breath and struggling to loosen these chains. “Leave,” he repeated, his voice barely steady. “I have nothing to say to you.” “Then just listen. Please.” Isaiah would not meet her eyes; he did not want to give her the satisfaction of witnessing his weaker side. However, they were of neither sorrow, for they brought only pain, nor joy, as he, in all his fifteen years of life never had the luxury to enjoy. L...
A Rainy-Day Visitor
“I’m bored,” said Nicki, which was always a bad sign. I looked up from the book I’d buried my head in hours ago. My feet were tucked beneath me in Father’s easy chair, which I’d claimed while he workedwww.onedoor.cc in his office. Mother hadn’t made us get dressed, so I was still in my polka-dot pajamas and a pair of fuzzy socks, though it was three in the afternoon; Nicki wore a clashing ensemble of striped pajama pants, a flowery t-shirt, and an oversized flannel. Her white-blonde hair was pulled back into four or five messy pigtails, and she was staring out the window at the pouring rain.“I’m bored,” she...
Bloom
Climbing up the steep ladder I pause at the top to sneeze as dust floats through the musty air. Harry hands me a broom from the bottom of the ladder before he carefully climbs up after me with a dustpan.“Ugh, it’s so dusty and dirty up here,” Harry complains before sneezing into his arm. “I can barely breathe.”“Oh shush, we’re cleaning it up now so it’ll be perfectly breathable once we’re done with it.” I reply, beginning to wipe the dust from the what looks like a hundred boxes piled up on each wall.“I can’t believe you pulled me into this mess.” He grumbles, picking up a dusty, bright red t...