My Little Mermaid Chapter 2

“Talking”

“Singing”

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Her tail flicked its way to and fro. The movement slithered slowly up passed her form where it stopped at her waist. Tingling in her spine, it arched her back and she flung her head up breaking to the surface where blood red locks slowly lifted up into the sky, only to fall back down to the skin once more, where beads of water dripped from the strands of filament.

A smile embraced her lips as she smelled the fresh, salted air. The yellow glowing orb beat down on her elegance with no mercy. She moved herself closer to its warmth, reaching up to touch the burning sphere.

“Would you like to hold it?” A deep voice spoke.

From beside her was where the voice came from, and she only stole a glance once at the strange person, before quickly sinking to the depths of the ocean, frightened.

***

“Ariel! Well, aren’t you going to tell me where you went!? We missed you at practice today!” The small yellow creature asked, slightly upset.

The girl let out at a sweet giggle. “Oh, Flounder, it was so wonderful. The air, the warmth! Oh, I could have wished to stay there forever!” She gloated, shouting happily.

“Ariel!” He yelled at her, quickly covering her mouth. “If the King heard you, you could get into big trouble.”

She just smiled and pushed his fins away. “Then I guess I won’t tell you.” She teased, swimming away.

“Wait, Ariel!” The little fish swam vigorously after her.

Reaching the sea creature, he slowed his pace and swam close enough not to loose her. “You promised you would take me whenever you went exploring.”

“Well, you had music practice. That’s not my fault.” She giggled again.

“That’s not fair! You have music practice, too, you know!”

The girl swam farther on, entering her own room. “Oh, Flounder, you should have been there!” She twirled around once she was inside, bursting with joy.

“You still haven’t told me where you went.” Flounder pouted.

Oh, what would I give to stay way up there? What would I take? What would I bargain?” She circled around the center of the room.

Out of this shell.” She smashed her tail against the wall of the cavern.

“Ariel!” Flounder gasped.

And up in the world. Why can’t I be there, what makes me stay here?” The girl sang, pressing her fists to her chest.

“What are you talking about, Ariel?” Founder whispered.

Oh, I don’t know when and I don’t know how, but soon I will be there and soon I will stay there! Feeling the wind, and dance in the sand. Oh what a life, I could die there.”

The small fish attempted to approach the expressional child.

She turned to look at him, and a sadness fell into her eyes. “Oh, I don’t know why, but seeing you makes me want to cry!” She pushed herself up in the water. “My ties to this world are so bound in chains.” She whispered softly, allowing herself to sink down again. “But, some day they may wither away, and I will leave, forever and ever.”

“But, Ariel…” The fish protested.

She looked at him. “Now, don’t make me stay, please, Flounder dear. You know I won’t hear about it.”

She swam around the little creature. “My mind is made up, and I won’t change it! Don’t you dare drop a tear now, please!”

Flounder turned and watched as she moved, her back to the door. Her eyes sank to the ground. “I just can’t see it…”

“Ariel.” A booming voice came from behind her. The girl turned around and screamed with joy. “Oh, Daddy!” She flung her arms around him and gave him a big hug.

The old merman felt amazed at her actions.

Allowing herself to float away, she smiled. “I had this great idea for a show that Sebastian could put on, I just couldn’t go to practice. I couldn’t think! And I swam all around Atlantis just thinking and trying to figure out how it would all go, and this song just kept pressing its way into my head, and I-”

“Ariel.” The King said caringly.

“Yes, daddy?” She asked, innocently.

“I understand.” He nodded.

“Oh, you do!” she flung her hands around him again.

The man chuckled deeply. “Why don’t you and Flounder go tell Sebastian now? I am sure he is dying for an explanation of your absence for this time.” He suggested.

“Oh, what a great idea!” She chimed. “Let’s go, Flounder.” Ariel swam passed her dad and existed her room, the guppy following behind her.

“Oh, and Ariel.” Her father called to her.

She stopped and quickly turned around. “Yes, daddy?”

“I would love to hear that song you were practicing at our next concert.” He said.

She nodded. “Of course!” Turning around, she waved to her dad and swam away.

“Ariel…” Flounder began.

“Whats up?” she asked, not looking at him.

“You didn’t really mean anything in that song, did you?” He asked.

The little mermaid stopped and looked at him. “Oh Flounder.” She giggled and shook her head. “Its just a song, silly.”

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Tibby’s Important Life – part 2

(The autobiography of a young, self-centered Torbe, struggling through space to be the best doctor in the universe, as told through journal entries. Based on the rpg, “Stars Without Number”.)

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(My icon for Tibby in my rpg group. I don’t own this.)

May 31st, 3225,

Though my travels have taken me to many sectors, I still only have a small amount of twenty-three different species studied, nineteen of them being unintelligent creatures, and fourteen of those were animals. My first travels led me aboard Crow-Ian Sphtew, a carrier fleet, where I worked “pro-bono”, as they say, for the first six months, in order to keep a constant flow of specimens. It was easier to set up as a doctor and have them come to you, then to go out looking for consensual lifeforms.

A decision I greatly regret to this day. After two transplants, and five amputee-cybernetic enhancements, all of which I had to pay for myself, I was beginning to receive complaints of my work. Apparently, most humans prefer frail body parts, to steel, mechanically engineered ones. The mercenaries never complained, though, it was usually just the tech crew.

After traveling with the Crow-Ian Sphtew for about three months, their Captain, Du-gon, sent me down to the planet of Belate to gather some more medicals supplies. And of course, he ordered the pilot to leave as quickly as he had landed, once I was on the ground. A disappointing endeavor, as I am down to my last hundred grand of credits.

Belate is where I lay my new bed, and my pen, for the evening. Tomorrow marks a new day, and new days bring new chances to change the understanding of science as we know it today.

Look out, tomorrow. Tonight, you sleep so soundlessly, but at the dawning of the birth, you will be at the mercy of my operating table.

(What, have I now become a poet in the absence of specimens to study?)