I wasn’t always like this—the stone cold assassin I am today.
I used to smile, used to love, used to live.
She was the one who kept me on track; the one who saw the good in me when no one else could.
But they asked for it when they took her from me.
Because when you cut off the medicine, the deadly force comes back with a vengeance.
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This is my entry for the Menage Monday challenge at caramichaels.com
Rules
Use these three prompts:
The Photo:
The Phrase: “might be fun” (this can appear anywhere in the story)
The Judge’s Prompt: unlikely inspiration
Must be 100-200 words
So here it is!
“Come on, Aurora, give it a try,” Aurora said with a playful smile. “You have to learn to fly sometime.”
“I can’t,” I said.
Her purple, shimmering wings shuffled as she placed her hands on her hips. “I’m the one in charge of training you during your transition. Maybe you just need a little inspiration.”
She blinked, and instantly we were in a parking garage. Not a human in sight.
“See those footprints?” She said, pointing to the concrete ledge above us. “I have a challenge for you. Fly up there and land sideways so that you can leave your footprints too.”
“This is silly.”
“If a human can get prints up there, you can too… Oh come on, it might be fun.”
I sighed. There was no getting out of it. I focused all my mental energy on defying gravity, and with a few flaps of my wings I was up. Landing gently, I placed my small feet next to a pair of larger prints.
“Happy?” I said, looking down at the sideways world.
She nodded, satisfied.
“Those aren’t actually human prints are they?” I said, putting it together.
“Nope. I learned to fly here too.”
Here is my entry for the Forbidden Love Blog Hop contest at Bullishink.com
Reason
“I smell humans,” Elena, our queen, said with a mischievous smile.
I could smell them too—unsuspecting sailors about to fall prey to our charms. My fin itched in anticipation. We waited just below the surface of the water as the oncoming rowboat slowed to a stop above our heads.
One after another we popped out of the water and hung our arms over the edge of the boat. Our task was simple, natural, like swimming. We were to captivate a sailor with our enchanting songs, lure him into the water, and drown him. We’re called mermaids, sirens of the sea. And this was the reason for our existence.
I locked eyes with my prey. But what happened next I never saw coming. I couldn’t look away. I was the one enchanted, not the other way around. In that moment, I knew I couldn’t kill this marvelous human, with his chocolate eyes and wind-tossed hair.
“My name’s Eric,” he said softly. “You’re beautiful.”
As he leaned in to kiss me, Elena’s shrill voice yelled my name. “Ariel!”
I knew what it meant. Who was I fooling?
I grabbed him by his shirt collar and we plunged into the water. And I held him there until almost the breaking point.
But I just couldn’t do it. I loosened my grip and he floated to the surface.
“You know the consequences,” Elena said.
I nodded as I watched the boat and its single occupant row away above my head. With a flick of her fingers, my fin split apart and morphed into legs. A foreign choking sensation gripped my lungs and I haphazardly swam to the surface. As I gasped for air, I frantically searched in all directions.
But the rowboat, and the reason for my human existence, was gone.
~297 words~
This is my second entry into the Faerytaleish contest at 264 words
The Transformation
“So I guess this is goodbye,” Eliza said in as strong of a voice as she could manage. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold back the tears.
“It doesn’t have to be,” Rowland said, inching closer to her. He found her presence intoxicating and the thought of leaving her was so unbearable that it hurt to breathe.
“I can’t just pick up and leave to go with you. Why can’t you be the one to stay?”
“You know how this works. I can only stay in your world for so long. I can’t keep this human form forever. If you came with me, you would be the first human to cross over.”
Rowland looked into her eyes, melting her heart in a way only he could. If she let him leave, would she ever find love again?
“I… I can’t.”
“Please. Come with me.”
Eliza dared a second look into his eyes and lost all the resolve she had left. She knew the answer to her question. If she let him go now, she would regret it for the rest of her life. Smiling, she said, “Yes. I’ll come with you.”
The moment she said yes, sparks stared to swirl around them. With the sparks came the transformation. Rowland was no longer in his human form… And soon her body morphed into one similar to his. Her skin now shimmered and a pair of translucent wings appeared at her back!
The sparks flew more wildly, increasing in speed…
And then the sparks abruptly stopped and the two of them were gone.
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Rules: write a 300 word story inspired by a picture on the Faerytaleish Pintrest board.
Update: Since entering this contest, I’ve decided to expand on this story. I’m turning it into a series. You can read the rest of it here.
I’m so excited, this is my first time entering one of the contests on the Yearning For Wonderland blog. So here is my entry at 299 words:
The Color of Love
Faye lived in a world where people could only see in black and gray. And she was the sole person who could see color. Everyone around her saw nothing but the black of evil in the hearts of others, and the gray of suspicion clouded their minds. But not her. She could see the blue of innocence, playful purples, compassionate browns, romantic pinks, and the fiery red of passion. Above all, she alone could see white. She saw the good in people. Or in some cases, the potential for good.
No one smiled. No one laughed. No one loved.
Her captor, Lucius, was the king of the land. He was determined to keep her hidden, no matter the cost. If word spread that there was more to the world than black and gray, Lucius would quickly lose his control over the people. They would flock to Faye, looking to her for guidance rather than submitting to him in blind fear. And they trembled in fear, for he was the darkest of them all.
But Faye saw the world differently. There was white in him. Only a minute spark, but it was there. And the longer she was held captive in his towering castle, the more she saw it. In all his cruelty, she saw the potential for good inside him. She had grown to care for Lucius. And to love him.
That night they dined together, as they did every night. And Faye did something daring and reckless. She kissed him, acting on the red passion that burned inside her.
As they pulled away, Lucius looked her over with a new wonder in his eyes. Smiling for the first time in his existence, he whispered, “Wow. Your hair… it’s not black as I always thought it was. It’s brown.”
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Rules: write a 300 word story inspired by a picture on the Faerytaleish Pintrest board.