Writing Prompt

Not a lot of people believe in fairy tales. They think that it’s just stories read to you as a kid. Snow White, Ariel, Rapuzel, Merida… it’s all the same. The princess falls has something tragic happen, then is saved.

This one though, this one is different. This one is mine. And I’m the villain. The villain who sings people to their sweet death, drowning in the vast sea.

This wasn’t how I a...

“Who are you?” I asked, staring at the prints beside mine. They were freshly made, not yet washed away by the steady stream of the waves. They led straight into the water, where no one was.

I’ve heard legends of sirens. Mermaids, hippocampus, kelpies. Some happy children stories while others were filled with horror that passed from generation to generation. I took a deep breath of salty air and re...

It’s a summer day and you choose a secluded beach to walk along, the sand is littered with shells, sharks teeth, crabs and there’s even a nest of baby turtles.

The sun shines on your skin, it brightens and warms the air.

There isn’t a cloud in the sky, the sky shines a baby blue, and the rays of sun travel from it like a halo.

The ocean is calm and serene, you dip your feet in and the water ...

I don’t remember leaving

But I know I’m no longer here

She claimed me long ago

The shore hasn’t missed me since.

In little ways each day

I leave bits of soul with her

Plastic, pieces, polluting

Particle everything.

Back on the sand

My legs hold the shell of body

That’s weighed me down

Since I can remember.

And it’s only when I’m under

the noise of floating and sinking

Like closing my e...

Gone

Into the sea

I no longer see

Was that you

It wasn’t me

Are you gone forever

Don’t say never

I’ll see you again

My old friend...

Foot prints leading to no where.

Did he she or other swim in the cold icy North Sea

The foot prints were small slightly webbed unusually

With 6 toes not 5

Imagine a mermaid swimming sea Tina far away kingdom undersea yet undiscovered

It could have been a suicide the thought made me feel cold....

That one day I can’t forget the day I first saw the footprints. The footprints were not normal footprints that a human would make but ones an animal like a dog would make. I started following them but they always lead me to the small beach by our house, the one I couldn’t go to.

Then one day I followed it onto the beach knowing that if I got caught I would get in trouble but not caring about it. ...

I searched for the culprit of those steps that lead so neatly to that retreating tide. Each a stamp that betrayed it, the drowned thing that visited our world. I reached into my jacket pocket and fingered the the grip of the pistol that weighed heavily there. Could I do the deed if given the chance? Kill that thing that wrought such evil upon my family?

The questions were many that passed through...

The warm dry, ashy sand nessles between my toes as I walk down the spacious stormy beach in deep thought. I twist my head around, almost as swiftly as an owl. The low brushing sound of waves clashing fills the air. I breath in the strong intoxicating scent of salt infested water. Nobody is on this beach. Nobody but me. Not even a bird. It’s almost like a revery come true. The weeping clouds in the...

Feeling tired and hungry due to hours of walking around the deserted beach. I finally opened my eyes and was welcomed by the shining glean of the sunlight and unfortunately the same squeaking chicken that crept around me the whole day. While I struggled with loneliness, this little squeaking chicken whom I was yet to name gave me a little burst of happiness, which I needed to push through and find...