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Fantasy Contemporary

My first love was an ocean blue sky 

It’s been too long since I’ve drowned a man. 

Now my heart is paying the price. This one has an idiotic grin and I know the moon is struggling to wash him in silvery light. His heart quivers against my fingers, like a baby sparrow in my cupped palm. Delicate, vulnerable, and so painfully alive.

Wild as the sea and sweet as a lie

My song travels through the darkness, in waves of both sound and water. Unseen bandages of fatal melody combing through the undersea shadows. Even as it twines around him, he remains bewitched by my essence, flinching virtuously but never wavering.  

No ship could sail the waters of my love

So join me, darling, from the world above

I can feel the pangs receding. My lungs expanding and my heart unknotting. The sea tipping her head in silent approval. I hate this — undoubtedly. I wish I could have held out for longer. That I was strong enough not to fall back into the same tired cycle. 

That I didn’t need to steal hearts to sustain mine.

But you are the sky and I am the sea

When the guilt catches up to me, sprinting through the threshold of my chest cavity, I will be long gone. Once more blending in with the humans of the world like a last-minute smudge of watercolour. The boy’s bones will merge with the seabed, his memory washed away by the tides until he’s nothing but seafoam, like something out of a fairytale. Only this is real life, so the little mermaid dies and all that’s left is me, the sea witch. 

The boy is choking, a necklace of bubbles escaping his lips. This time, I examine his face further, past the ridiculously upturned corners. His smile is syrupy and heartfelt — too saccharine for my taste. If I had to guess, I’d say pretty boy is probably a local heartthrob. I can’t help but wonder if his death will leave behind hearts that sit in quiet bungalows, throbbing deep into winter nights.

Forever in view, but never quite in reach

Tossing the thoughts aside, I inhale all the brine I can. Then I bury my fingers into his ribs and tear out his soul.

As the boy slips into the mercy of the sea, I kick up and emerge from the water, breaking the surface like raining glass. My white hair slowly reassumes its natural black and I peek around surreptitiously. My hoodie is where I left it on the sand, slightly damp. I hug into its warmth, picturing hot chocolate and my old guitar.

On my way out, I catch a glimpse of a mysterious boy sitting on a rock, his profile obscured by spindrift and cryptic sunlight. His sombre eyes meet mine for a fleeting second before I sigh and look back towards the ocean. My captor. 

I should be relieved the farther I drift from her waters, but it feels like an open cage, a slow tease. Because no matter how long my chains are, I’m still shackled to the sea.

 

#

 

Apart from the contents of the fridge and my permanently creased clothes, everything else in the house had belonged to the old geezer. I still go through his things in the attic, a museum of dusty displays and antiques that the old man wouldn’t have traded for all the mountains that tickle the sky. Wilhelm had been a large brute, with patches of skin that sagged as if they were sewed with time, but I’d met him when he still had broad shoulders and teeth — two fine rows of them, constituting a sea glass smile.

He never once judged me, despite knowing what I was. Now he’s gone and I’m still here, unaltered and fresh as the day I was fashioned from the sea. A life lived in servitude for that very reason.

I planted daisy seeds by the chipped well / What matters most, the pearl or the shell?

I spend most of my time in the attic where the rafters host moths at teatime, sitting on the springless mattress and plucking chords with my guitar pick. Most of the photographs on these dressers had been taken with a Box Brownie, some crisp black-and-white and others dappled with muted colours.

Wilhelm keeps me company from behind the picture frames, as I twist random lyrics and tune my guitar, relying only on my aptitude for distinguishing between resonance scales.

Woke up in the same black dress as I did last night

Married the shirt against the wall from my catfights

“Wherever you are, you bag of bones,” I grinned at the floor, “I hope there’s beef jerky.”

Today I visit the sea not because I must, but to prove a point. To show myself I can face her and still stand without my knees rattling like empty oysters. The waters are calm tonight, the type of calm where your ceiling is dripping and the sound of yellow taxis rushes outside, but it’s still soothing because it whisks together into a mellow cadence. 

People find it romantic how the sea keeps kissing the shore no matter how many times he pushes her away. What they often skim over is that perhaps there’s a reason why the shoreline sends away the tides. Maybe the coast is hurting, and all the sea does is persistently rub her salt into his wounds. 

I lip-sync a lyric I’ve been experimenting with.

Ice is just water that walks on water / We're nothing short of lambs for the slaughter

As a breeze traces my spine, I sense a presence someplace beyond the crags. “There’s no use hiding if I know that you’re there,” I deadpan.

A bloody love line, a bloody love line / Like the Arizona rain that tastes like wine

A teenager steps out of the blackness — the same boy that had been sitting enigmatically on a rock overlooking the coast the other day. “I wasn’t hiding,” he says. “I’ve seen you. Around. You’re that girl who eats people.”

“I— yeah. Sure. Shouldn’t you be high-tailing it out of here then?”

“We all eat people. In one way or another,” he shrugs and I realize his eyes were never dark. They’re all shades of storm green and siren blue muddled together with a brush pen on the blur setting. “We swallow up their voices and wolf down their dreams.”

Is love in a bottle as free as a bird? / He brings me chains and tattered words

I should snip this budding conversation at the stem, step back into my carefully calculated existence and warn him to look the other way. At the very least, I should say something equally smart, but instead I whisper, “Well, aren’t you a strange little thing.”

“You’re strange too. And unearthly. Maybe you should decide for yourself whether that’s really a bad thing.” After a moment or two, he’s gone. 

Still, I can’t help hoping our paths would meet again.

 

#

 

“That’s the last of them. I’ll be heading out now.”

I hand Ellie a cardboard box brimming with canned foods and non-perishables. She nods with laughing eyes before turning towards the storage room. “Thanks, Muriel,” she says as I knock over a clipboard from the reception desk. “You’re an angel.”

My hand stops midway to the ground and hangs in the air like a confession gone wrong. I’m not an angel. A sinuous pang breaks me out of my trance and I clutch my side like my very heart could spill out. For some reason, I think of him, as I leave the shelter home where I volunteer. The boy of the beach. 

I look for him sometimes, as an island woman might, past the horizon on afternoons when the sky wears thunderstorms and the stars come out early. I imagine this island woman might stroke her round stomach, wondering when the fishing boats will return with her lover. Sometimes I find him, sometimes I lose him. But I never work out the courage to say anything.

I've got a paper bag for the lukewarm tears / And a Mason jar for the red rose years

He’s late this time, but when he does arrive, he’s standing behind me before I can hide and the ravenous pangs sluice through my lungs. The boy asks me if I can speak with dolphins. I would laugh if not for the pain, at what looks to be our second conversation.

“Yes.” My voice is devoid of emotion. “They kind of sound like donkeys.”

“Who knows, maybe you can talk to donkeys too?”

“I can actually,” I grin then, “I knew this old coot. Wilhelm. He was a lovable ass.”

His smile is unlike any I’ve ever seen but I almost buckle over from the knives tumbling inside. This wasn’t supposed to happen again so soon. Last time I’d held out for a bit less than half a year. The air around folds into a fraction, so thin I can’t breathe and my lips crack, leaving me dry and desiccated.

My heart pinches; it needs her, the sea and I despise it. The sea gives, the sea takes but the sea never loves. She demands a price, a sacrifice.

“You alright?” the boy asks.

Share with me your silver wings, I sing and step towards the ripples. He follows. I’ll bring you kingdoms on a string. The water swells through my calves and licks at my hip. A blush spreads across his cheeks like coral branches. When the tides mix with a summer storm. . . I stumble through the ending of the couplet. I don't want this boy to be another to die without a name for me to remember. In my arms, I will keep you warm. . .

I trail off. I can’t. He blinks and stares up at me.

“What’s wrong?” His innocence stings. “Did it happen again? Do you need to eat me?”

“Stop. Leave. Not funny.”

He touches my shoulder so tenderly I might cry. “It’s okay. I know—”

“It’s not okay. Don’t look at me.” I shake him off.

“—you’ll get through it. My mom would say it seems that you’re lacking a lot of love.”

I don’t know if that should offend me, but it doesn’t. I don’t know why he isn’t gagging onto the sand or labelling me a monster. I don’t know if I want to knock him out or curl up in the attic. I don’t know a lot of things — least of all how to be human — but the only human thing I know right now is I don't want to be alone.

He gives me space and I am grateful, but I balance my forehead on his shoulder and grit my teeth from the pain. “It hurts.” 

“I know.” No sympathy. No disgust. No pity.

“And,” I stare ahead blankly, “I don’t know anything about love.” 

“Well heck,” he growls, then chuckles morbidly. “Like I do.” Pulling away imperceptibly, he helps me regain a steady position. “But maybe we can learn together.”

And love is not all war, you know / We could turn up the lights, put on a show

That’s all I think about as we wander away to fight different battles. All I think about as I flinch up the attic stairs as if I’ve swallowed swords. All I think about as I bite into a cloth and writhe on my bed as my head pounds with the sound of converging armies.

All I think about as my shields crumble away and I scream into the night.

 

#

 

In the end, I couldn’t do it. Like debts that amass and you can’t prolong them any longer. I tried so hard not to lure anyone into the depths. It was a kitten this time, but it feels no different to me. 

A life is a life no matter the race.

I cried for six days straight. But he was there. Neo. I like his name and I don’t reckon I could find a note that’d suit it in harmony. He brought me napkins and fast food — French fries always help and it reminds me of midnight drive-throughs with Wilhelm in the ‘80s. Together we’d made the cat a little grave out of shells and pebbles, right here on the cove. I named him Pudgy and Neo had laughed, but I could tell it wouldn’t have been his first choice. 

When I’m not up in the attic with a view of the stars or down in the shelter home with people rich in smiles, I’m at the sea. Most nights he’s there too and we talk about the secrets that circulate our bodies like sand grains hugging the curves of an hourglass. I tell him that I’ll live longer than the average human, but we don’t dare discuss it further.

Instead, we search for love. We peek around shop corners into alleys and look for patterns in the foam of morning lattes. Neo even asked a lamppost once and I could almost swear it flickered madly as if rolling its eyes.

After our research, we sort out our findings on love like separating trail mix and chocolate-covered pretzels. Or rather, he sorts them out and I munch on the trail mix, leaving out the peanuts. I love rainy evenings and lighthouses, foreign food and road trips spent reading maps. He loves cameras and windows with long drapes, old classics and math puzzles. I think the math is a bluff in an attempt to sound smart, so Neo lets me feel his heartbeat as he solves a page of Sudoku. 

It sounds like the gentlest lightning and I think it’s my new favourite song. I don’t tell him, but it joins the list of things I love. I haven’t felt a pang in so long and I revel in it.

Lady Luck ran her nails down my face / But on the carousel I have a dark horse pace

This evening, we agreed to meet at the ocean and he’s already there, facing the waves. 

“Neo,” I smack him lightly, smirking, “Want to buy me some food?”

He turns to me but his eyes are glazed. “I hear it. Do you?”

Then I do. A song, raking through the shallows and poking into our skin like cold needles. I freeze. There’s another like me somewhere close and she’s begun her call. Neo moves towards the tumultuous waters, as though someone was stirring a giant straw through the sea. I hiss ferally and grip the crook of his elbow.

“No,” I dip my head, bare my teeth, “I won’t let you.” He struggles against me and I keep holding like a vice. “Stop! Fight it, not me.” Finally, when I cry out thinking I’ve lost my only friend, he relaxes and goes slack. “Neo?”

“I’m here,” He grins and I want to scrape it off his face. “You didn’t think I’d let them eat me, did you?” When I don’t answer, he continues, softer. “Muriel, I heard you and then the song broke. Do you know who it was?”

I sigh. “No, but she’s like me and I hope she steps on a Lego.”

“Ouch, that’s harsh.”

Now I grin. “She deserves it, for trying to take a life. And singing.”

“It’s not her fault. She probably hasn’t found love." A pause. "And don’t you like to sing?”

“I hate it when you’re right. And I’m sick of singing. I want to fly.”

“That’s stupid.”

“So is love.”

Neo sucks in a breath. “Hasn’t it worked so far?”

Keep shooting holes through the cardboard roof / Oh boy, you don't know she's bulletproof

He’s right again, but I’m not thinking about that. The pangs were tenacious at the start, but gradually, they ebbed away. Every time I found something to love about my life, every time I shared it with Neo, and the elders at the shelter house and Wilhelm in the photo albums, and even the sea, the pain raised its hand to knock at my heart but lowered its fist when I shook my head.

Maybe the sea doesn’t need hearts as payment. Maybe she needs love, for all the love she gives and all the love she never had. 

Lucky for her, I have a lot to give now.

What if the sea witch was a matchmaker? / Setting up love, not a heartbreaker

“Muriel,” he says my name and I wonder if he can sing. “What do you love today?”

I look up at the night sky and its thousands of eyes. “The stars.”

“Ah, those big old things. Giant balls of gas and fire.”

“Pfft,” I burst out laughing. “Foolish human, the things you don’t know.”

He glares at me and I double over again. “Well, enlighten me, I’m waiting.”

We sit cross-legged and I tell him how the moon watches over the sea as if they're sisters, reining in her tides when she gets too chaotic. And the stars are really luminous pearls that the sea sent up into the dusk, as a gift to the moon because she's afraid of the dark. Every night is proof of their bond. 

When his weight grows heavy in my lap, I think he might have fallen asleep, dreaming about nonsense. But his eyes are open, looking up at the stars alongside me. Eyes that are both soft and dark, not too pretty or bright. Real, and so painfully alive. Life, love, maybe they aren’t so bad.

We hang off the cliff, just barely alive

But as long as there’s love, our hearts will survive

March 05, 2021 02:03

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R. K.
02:04 Mar 05, 2021

It's long >> I know. It's another story about the ocean >> I blame it on the prompts. It's weird >> I'll tell you a secret: the best things are.

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Zilla Babbitt
00:07 Mar 07, 2021

Whoa, that opening. I don't blame you for writing about the sea again, I love the sea. It really does something to the writer. To the human. Something about looking at/thinking about something that has the power to kill you. For some reason this put me in a good mood, made me think life's going great: "I planted daisy seeds by the chipped well / What matters most, the pearl or the shell?" I missed your writing. Keep it up, Ru!

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R. K.
02:56 Mar 07, 2021

The sea never ceases to inspire. She's soft enough to offer life and strong enough to snuff it out. Thanks for stopping by!

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Frances Reine
13:05 Mar 05, 2021

Phenomenal submission. Every time. These characters are going to be with me forever. And I cracked up at, "I hope she steps on a Lego". Your stories always expand so much beyond one simple little thing and in the most quintessential way. Definitely need to read this again pronto.

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R. K.
02:52 Mar 07, 2021

That's the cruelest revenge I could come up with. A mural is just a big picture until you step up close. Thanks for bringing your magnifying glass!

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Maya W.
22:17 Mar 05, 2021

Oh, Ru. I aspire to be as good a writer as you. But for now, I shall just write rhyming comments, and come up with bleak concepts (okay, that was a half rhyme). I adored this story. I love the ending bit of dialogue and the poetry scattered throughout. I can't help but wonder if my most recent story inspired that, though I'm sure not. I'm working on another story right now, but I hate it. Anyways, amazing work as always, Ru. Now, I must bid you adieu!

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Scout Tahoe
14:31 Mar 05, 2021

Dear Sea Witch, Ru. This is lovely. I'm so glad you decided to post because this makes my heart throb. The poetry added the perfect touch, and honestly when you showed me before, I didn't know where it was going. But suddenly from "Yes.” My voice is devoid of emotion. “They kind of sound like donkeys," I knew. That might have been my favorite part, and the Lego part. Humor was just what this story needed, considering how serious it is. Unhelpful critique: - "I will keep you warm down underneath. . .” " So there's a quotation mark on the en...

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Vayd Danish
14:37 Oct 01, 2021

hello!

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Rhondalise Mitza
17:52 Oct 01, 2021

are you back to visit us??

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Vayd Danish
07:28 Oct 04, 2021

yes visiting again haha how are you?

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Rhondalise Mitza
17:42 Oct 06, 2021

Aw, I hope I didn't miss you yet. I'm doing okay, just busy and tired! How are you?? I feel like I haven't talked to you in a million years. Our summer was lovely together, my friend.

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Vayd Danish
14:04 Oct 07, 2021

Nope, still here. I'm doing okay as well! Yeah, it really was, man. All the downvoter planning and author fanfic stuff, that was fun.

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Rhondalise Mitza
14:57 Oct 07, 2021

Aw I forgot the downvoter planning. It was one good thing that came out of the lockdown. All our Reedsy friends seem to have floated away one way or another but that's okay, as long as the time was nice and the words ran strong. How's your writing been? And I know you love(d?) Benedict Cumberbatch and lately I've been doing intensive research on another interesting character, can you guess who?

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R. K.
17:08 Oct 01, 2021

oh my goodness -- king vayd! hey, how are you doing?

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Vayd Danish
07:29 Oct 04, 2021

im pretty alright, ru! and you?

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☆ Ariadne ☆
17:40 Nov 22, 2021

VAYD?!?! OMG Are you alive???? I've missed you!!!!

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Vayd Danish
07:48 Nov 23, 2021

I COULD ASK YOU THE SAME THING?? HELLO??

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☆ Ariadne ☆
03:40 Nov 27, 2021

You could, but you wouldn't, would you? Cuz nobody questions the queen ;) Kidding, it's good to be back. I missed you guys! How's life?

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Vayd Danish
11:03 Nov 27, 2021

Of course, it'd be rude, haha. I'm doing alright! Going pretty well, no complaints really. How about you?

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☆ Ariadne ☆
07:18 Nov 29, 2021

Oh yeah, for sure ;) Wow, no complaints?! How'd you get this lucky? JK, but I think I'm going to combust any second from the inside out. Somehow...

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☆ Ariadne ☆
17:39 Nov 22, 2021

Hellooooo there! Life's been a bit hectic but now it's calmed down a bit so I've decided to come back for a little while. How've you been??? It's been SO long since we last spoke...like, properly :)

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R. K.
22:26 Nov 22, 2021

OMG I'm so happy you're here -- I needed this comment like 5 months ago. I've been alright, things are hectic for me too, but not on a. . .Ria-esque dramatic scale. WE REALLY NEED to talk again. lionheart?

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☆ Ariadne ☆
03:39 Nov 27, 2021

Okay, one, I'm coining that. Like, "Ria-esque dramatic scale"?? Perfection. My life's at a 6.45/10 on that one. Two, YES YES YES!!! I just left you a message and am eagerly anticipating your reply!!!! <3

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R. K.
23:36 Nov 27, 2021

I replied ;)

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☆ Ariadne ☆
02:51 Nov 28, 2021

Me too! :)

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R. K.
15:53 Nov 29, 2021

So did I again lol

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Vayd Danish
10:15 Nov 19, 2021

hullooo

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R. K.
00:44 Nov 20, 2021

me? in that case, why hello there!!

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Vayd Danish
16:32 Nov 22, 2021

how are you? :)

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R. K.
20:49 Nov 23, 2021

i'm great! been working on some poetry, baking. what about you?

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Vayd Danish
18:32 Nov 24, 2021

sounds lovely! i myself have mostly been trying to work on my art ability. thought i'd get better at it. not much other than that and listening to music, really. how's the poetry and baking going?

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R. K.
16:07 Nov 29, 2021

pretty neato! -- im not so good at baking (all the cookies I've ever made came out burnt) but i found i might just have a secret talent for banana bread. aha! poetry is good, poetry is ALWAYS good, the only change is usually in my style, diction or execution. but presently, I'm liking my current style, i'd say I'm happy with it. what kind of music are you into? i don't really listen to music, but I have preferences for sure. and how's the art -- caricatures still or something new?

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Orenda .
15:46 Oct 24, 2021

hey, Ru!!

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R. K.
19:16 Oct 24, 2021

hey ren! how are youuu?

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Orenda .
03:55 Oct 25, 2021

hey! I'm doing great! What about you? feels like we haven't talked in yearsss

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R. K.
15:04 Oct 25, 2021

yeah, it's been illegally long, we really should talk more often! I'm alright as well, a little jam-packed in terms of work, but otherwise alive and kicking. any plans for writing? or what have you been up to as of late?

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Orenda .
03:42 Oct 26, 2021

exactly! But wheree? I don't come here often. Oh right, same here! I think I'll submit a few write ups here when I'm a lil free. I've been watching a lot of movies in my free time :p also, are you still in contact with Ria? I miss her and I would love to know how she's doing, y'know. discovered anything new lately?

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☆ Ariadne ☆
18:59 Nov 22, 2021

HIIIII OMG YOU STILL REMEMBERED ME I AM SO PSYCHED AAAAHHH how've you beeeeen?!?!?! im super-dupr stressed here with uni applications ugh the higher ed system in the US sucks and im dying send help plzzz

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☆ Ariadne ☆
04:42 Aug 29, 2021

HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEEEEEEN!!!! 🎉 I know we haven't chatted in ages but I had to pop in here to wish my beautiful and perfectly awesome kindred spirit who happens to be the BESTEST friend everrr a super-fabulous day! Wishing you a ton of happiness, success and joy in the upcoming year and sending you a ton of love and hugs kindred spirit style!!! Love you so much, my queen, keep that light of your shining bright forever and ever and I don't know where I'm going with this so bye I guess? Love you so much my darlinggg ❤❤❤

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R. K.
17:00 Aug 31, 2021

OMG, you remembered! It means so much to me that you took the time to come on here and leave me this message. I'm very grateful for you and I hope that you are happy, safe and healthy. Stay gold, Ria 😘

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☆ Ariadne ☆
06:13 Sep 26, 2021

Of COURSE I remembered, silly! I'd make time for you any day ;) I'm doing great and hope you are too! Also, if I'm gold and you're my kindred spirit, are you gold as well? JK, course you are. Love you lots ❤❤❤

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Zilla Babbitt
00:56 Aug 05, 2021

Ru! When are you posting again? I see you around but it's been way too long since I read a new Ru story. I posted this week actually, because the prompt fit and I was in the mood. If you have time I'd love your thoughts ❤

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B. W.
23:33 Jul 09, 2021

Heya, how ya been?

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Orenda .
05:13 Jul 02, 2021

Ru, you're so tiny I could fit you into my shoe. that's terrible. But what's more terrible is that I haven't checked up on you, wtf. How're you doing?

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R. K.
18:07 Jul 04, 2021

Hey, I'm doing well! Summer's just picked up and I've still got work, but it's a hell of a lot calmer now. Hoping to be a bit more forthcoming in putting new stuff out. You?

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Vayd Danish
13:25 Jul 01, 2021

hi :)

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R. K.
18:08 Jul 04, 2021

Why, hello there! It's surely been too long! So lovely to hear from you; how have you been?

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Vayd Danish
02:03 Jul 05, 2021

It has, and the same to hear from you :) I'm doing good! How about you?

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R. K.
19:29 Jul 05, 2021

I'm also well -- still have work, but things are more relaxed. Though I have signed up for some programs and hobbies, so still packed. I also hope to get some writing in ;) What's been happening with you as of late?

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Vayd Danish
02:39 Jul 06, 2021

Lovely! Always important to make time for programs and hobbies :) Not much going on with me, as is the usual.

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R. K.
02:40 Jul 06, 2021

Will you be writing ever? I'm hoping to squeeze one in this week, but let's see.

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Rayhan Hidayat
16:31 May 17, 2021

Ru! Just checking in, now that I’m back. How’s everything? Still pumping out beautiful stories I hope?

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R. K.
19:13 May 17, 2021

Hey! Wow, it's been a hot minute. Well, I have been pumping out stories, but mostly keeping them for myself. (Can't say anything about the beautiful part though 😝). I haven't posted in a while, but I hope to soon. Will check out yours too!

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Rayhan Hidayat
11:01 May 19, 2021

Oh I dont know how I’d be able to do that, writing a story but keeping it to myself. The world must see what I can do! 😈 lol. No rush, no rush, but honestly not too proud of my latest, just wanted to get this story i’ve had in my mind for too long onto the page

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Orenda .
17:09 Apr 03, 2021

hey pirate empress, miss you! all good?

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Philip Clayberg
02:06 Mar 25, 2021

Wow. I wish I could write about the ocean as beautifully as you do. Thank you so much for your wonderful story. I'll try to read as many of your other stories as I can. If you decide to look for me, you'll find me walking along the beach, collecting seashells, and drawing abstract pictures in the sand. I'll tell the moon you said "hello". An ocean is a world Just like air and earth, Each wave is a whisper, Telling ancient stories Forgotten by landlubbers I stand in deep waters, Remembering past glories, I watch each day's sunset So th...

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R. K.
04:46 Mar 25, 2021

I would probably frame those abstract sand paintings. And how lovely, I'm so touched you would share such pensive words with me. I saw your shortlist — congrats! Keep writing!

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Philip Clayberg
14:41 Mar 26, 2021

Thank you for the congrats. I'm not much of an artist when it comes to drawing or painting (you'd think I was still in elementary school, instead of age 53). My two older brothers are far better artists than I am. I had to find other ways to "draw" and "paint", so I use words and music instead. I was trying to write a poem inspired by your story. I'm glad it came out well. I had to edit it a bit (dividing it into five-line sections and rewriting parts of it). The first version wasn't as good. I will keep writing as long as inspiratio...

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02:07 Mar 12, 2021

You have a real poetic way of writing. Very talented.

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Maria Saha
18:32 Mar 11, 2021

The level of depth in the description of your writing is absolutely amazing. I feel like I'm there in the story with you as you write it. What a lovely piece, thanks for sharing.

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Sierra Tkacik
21:30 Mar 10, 2021

This was so beautiful. I love stories about sirens (or in this case siren-adjacent) and this set the rules sirens had to follow and why so well. It's an interesting concept that she can live on land and only have to return to the sea to feed occasionally. The personification of the ocean really pushed that. The moment where Neo tried to help her resist the sea and later learns how to love with her was just so sweet to me. That line, "What do you love today?" just killed me in the best way.

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