Mad-Monkey-Queen
The Day the Siren didn't Sing
This is an RP I made today on Ovipets. Give it a read and if enough people like it, I'll make it into a book.
[b] [c] The Day the Siren didn't Sing [/b] [/c]
"Your eyes, they ... they are so kind and brave. You aren't a no good love sick sailor that see us as a way to make money and something to sleep with. You're not like the others I've seen before. You look human but ... I don't think you are."
Sirens use their songs to trick men into coming to them in the water. They do it for many reasons but this time of year its to breed. Normally a Siren would kill their human lover after matting with them, however, something is different this time.
A young Siren, the only Siren seen on the Islands of Norah in years and maybe the only one left in the region or existence sang her song one stormy night. For some reason her song wasn't as effective on you as it was on the others. You were about to drown after being pulled down under the water by this fair young Siren when she looked into your eyes and froze up. You froze as well as you looked into her eyes. It was like time had stopped. You just stared at one another for a while and then ... she let you go so that you could go back for air.
What will happen now?
Mad-Monkey-Queen
Schadenfreude
Schadenfreude = Pleasure derived from the misfortunes of others
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How I am and How I feel
How I am
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What I say when I come upon a WTF moment and understand it.
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What I call that chick with to much make up and always spreds roomers about me.
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What I do when I prove them all wrong.
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What a say that is sad but true.
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How I look when I know I am being lied to.
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What happens with people around me.
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What I ask.
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What I want and need
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Gone, Nothing, Alone
I am nothing.
I am alon.
I am gone.
You are gone.
You am nothing.
You are alone.
You are gone.
She is gone.
She is nothing.
She is alone.
She is gone.
We are gone.
We are nothing.
We are alone.
We are gone.
You are stiing by me.
You and standing my me.
You are with me.
You are talking to me.
And yet,
I am alone.
I will always be alone.
Even at the times I am with over 100 people, I am alone.
I will always be truly alone.
Those I trusted betraed me.
Those I thought of friends used me.
Those I loved broke my heart and crushed it.
Why should I trust anyone or thing when I always end up in pain at the end?
Why must there be so much hate?
Why am I here?
Should I stay alone and give up?
Should I stay away from others?
Should I cry?
Should I be angery?
Should I continu to let others hurt me?
What is it that I've done to be so alone?
What is the point?
What is it I should do?
Wise words of Me.
If one is to look in the mirror and see what you truly are as well as what you are to others than one would see the ass of an ass.
If one was to see and hear them selves threw the eyes and ears of another than that one would go blind and deaf by what they are to others.
Being the start of hate will only bring it back to one's self.
A monster of unwanted company would be what you find in that mirror.
In other words, your self.
By, Mead-Monkey-Queen