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.”

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?)

My Little Mermaid Chapter 1

“Talking”

“Singing”

XXX

Drumming boned fingers along the dark, desolate surface, black orbs scanned the underworld below from their high place in the rigid castle.

Stumbling feet broke the silence behind him.

“Pain!” The fat, grotesque minion screamed out, tripping over another’s foot and landing on it’s comrade.

Said comrade screamed out as well. “Ah! And panic!”

“Reporting for duty!” They stated in unison.

Irritation showed within the Dark Lord’s gaze, but he let it pass. “I want both of you to stake out the southern shores of Phaeacia* and report what you find. Do not leave a grain of sand untouched, nor a sea line unlooked.”

“But-but, sir-” Panic started.

“We’re not permitted to travel-”

Spinning around to face the two demons, Hades let out a deep growl, chilling enough to make any mortal heart stop. Flames turned into fiery red instead of their usual calm blue. “Do it! If you value your immortality, you will not cross me this time. I expect nothing less than perfection from you two. I find out you have fallen from your duty, your deaths will be the least painful punishment I will act upon your rotting flesh!” Sending a bolt of fire casting down upon their bottoms, the warning shot sent the two flying down the stairs as quickly as their burnt bodies would allow them.

Hades took a deep breath, and turned back around to cast a disappointing gaze upon his kingdom below. For once in his life, he wanted someone to cast a little light on his darkening day.

***

“Arial!” The small, yellow fish swam as furiously as he could after the siren. “Slow down! I’m not as fast as you! Arial, where are you taking me.”

Red locks fluttered and pounded under the water as the majestic creature turned around and performed perfect circles around the bright fish. “Come on, Flounder, you can pedal faster than that. Give your fins a good working or else you’ll miss the initial excitement!”

Fluttering faster, the guppy gained a little speed. “I’m hurrying, I’m hurrying!” He gasped for more liquidated oxygen. “Where we going?”

“The surface!” She screamed, pushing ahead of him. Drilling her fins through the water as hard as she could, the mermaid broke the surface with such speed, she flew through the air. Reaching a height higher than she ever had, the girl screamed in glee. She came crashing down, head first into the water and dived down as far as she jumped. Turning, her momentum dropped as she broke the surface a second time, without jumping into the air. Arial reached the water level the same time Flounder did, giggling as he gave her a glare. “Arial-”

“Look!” She pointed to the shore, swimming forward. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

“Yeah, sure.” He swam after her. “Arial, we got to go.”

“Hold on a second, I want to get a closer look.” Paddling her fin back and forth, the girl swam closer, reaching a close rock.

The golden sand glimmer in the sunlight, the shore provided a shining invitation against the bright blue water that beat against it. The orb of warmth behind her pushed the creature forward; farther than she had ever gone. Allowing the waves to take her in, Arial smiled as she felt the shore beneath her fin. The sand kicked up and rubbed against the green scales, tickling her.

A slight giggle of joy, and Arial reached beneath her to bring the ground to her face. The pebbles gave off an essence of need, and she felt as though the smell was every bit of intoxication that was need to simply jump upon the shore and roll around Swimming farther, she was almost close enough to pull herself up on the land when a small fish cried out for the last time.

“Arial!” Flounder screeched. “What are to doing! Are you trying to kill yourself?”

The noise snapped the sea creature out of her delusion, and she pushed away from the dreaded land, kicking back.

The fish swam a little closer. “Arial, are you alright?” He asked, shaken.

The girl took a deep breath and shook her red locks. “I… I don’t know… I just…The shore just seemed so inviting…” she whispered lightly.

“Well, if you ask me, that shore is bad news. Arial, you could have killed yourself!”

The mermaid looked away.

“What were you thinking? Is this what you wanted to show me? I could find cooler things on the coral reef.”

“But… I thought…” The girl shook her head. “Never mind.”

“What is it Arial?”

“… I’ve been coming to the surface for months now. But, only to look at the sky. It’s so beautiful, I… I couldn’t get enough of it. And then… I decided to venture closer toward the shore…”

“Why?”

“Curiosity… I never came this close, though… Except once…” Arial looked away.

“What happened, Arial?”

Blue orbs looked back at the guppy, and they sparkled in a strange enthusiasm. “There was this man! The one time I came so close, this man was there!”

“Arial! What was he like? What did he say?”

“He… He only said a few words… But… He was…”

“Was what? What was he like?”

“Blue…”

“what, he was like blue?”

“No, he was a dark… Blue… It was weird. His skin, and his clothes… But… He looked so…”

“So what?”

“Beautiful…”

“Arial!”

“What, he was? He was magical… Amazing. His deep voice was…”

The little fish looked away. “If the king heard you talking like this…He would be so upset…”

“Well… I…” Looking down, the girl picked up water in her hands. “I just can’t help it. I thought maybe… Coming back would let me see him again…”

Flounder looked toward the sunset.

“Arial, we should go, before your father gets upset.”

“Alright.” Turning away, the creature began to follow her friend away from the island. But, she stopped, and turned around glance upon the shore once more.

Bits and pieces of your form

Rain upon me like a storm.

Melt into my skin and make me feel warm.

Sweet upon me like a wave,

I am young and unafraid.

Embrace the wave and float;

Take me into another time and place,

Oh beautiful man of grace.”**

Her lips ended their silent song before she turned around indefinitely and swam away.

Unbeknown to her, two small, grotesque demons watched from the cover of some distant bushes. And as they watched, so did their master.

The man in blue, with a twinkle in his eye, smiled a small smile, something that had not happened in ages. “If you wish it, my dear, then I shall deliver.”

XXX

Phaeacia*: An island in greek mythology closest to sierenes, the place with the sirens, which are essentially mermaids, in the Odyssey.

Singing**: The tune and most of the lyrics were from “Anyplace, Anywhere, Anytime” By Nina and Kim Wilde. I changed a few of the words to fit.

Tibby’s Important Life – part I

(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 do not own this.)

 

September 28th, 3223,

I was around the age of twelve when my parents discovered that I was not like the normal, good little behaved Torbe. Madra and Pit’dre caught me delicately slicing open their neighbors dead Terracat, out behind our Sucrose fiends, in the old hut, which I had cleverly converted to my own laboratory. Of course, I knew far before then that I had already risen above the Believers of the Sky in intelligence and wisdom, and prepared myself for my punishment of harsh whippings, harvest duty with the day workers and a hundred page essay summarizing the Book of the Sky and the teachings of the additional Testaments from the past nine hundred years. A drag of an afternoon that was.

Little did they know that Mr. Whips had already died by the time I found him. And I was not about to let the freshest specimen I had ever encountered go to waste. Science would not allow it, and neither would I.

I have always been fascinated by the many different species in our vast universe, and the inner workings of each being. And while I excelled in the religious teachings from school, I never practiced them at home. And nothing ever interesting me more than that of living flesh. And what it does when it dies.

Being the only daughter of the elders of Zhang-Guo-Lao, my “disturbing” inquiries of the Torbe body, and the study of many other creatures from Voulgaris, had to be covered up some way or another. In return for my silence to the outside word, my parents furnished my hut into a fully functional Lab, where I could continue my work, in peace.

They always threatened to have it torn down when my visits to the mortuary became front page news, but they never truly followed through with that one.

Passing grade school at an early age of sixteen, I was provided with a much larger research lab, and my own living quarters, in the bigger city, where I would attend medical school. “Perhaps moving her “studies” out of town will quell her constant state of embarrassment for us,” I remember Madra telling Pit’dre one evening, before they broke the big news to me.

And I applaud them for their efforts, I really do. I also do not intentionally disrupt others faith in their elder status. I simply refuse to keep quiet on the matter of science. It must be shared with the world.

I believe it was just after graduation, when I had announced that I would be working as a professor at my old school in Zhang-Guo-Lao, that my parents made their final decision on their daughter’s fate.

They have spent the last few months making all of the necessary changes and connections, to ensure the move goes as smoothly as possible. They have even provided a small staple of 300,000 credits to get me off to a good start on my journey.

Yes. Tomorrow, I leave my home world, Zhang-Guo-Lao and Voulgaris, to start my traveling from planet to planet, analyzing and dissecting every known species in the universe. Madra Sea-La Mermani and Pit’dre Mao Mermani, I hope that when we finally meet again, it is when I can prove, without a doubt, that science is greater and more important that your “Book of the Sky”.

Although, I still do not see why they were so surprised that I never swallowed that religious garbage in the first place. When you name your short daughter Tiberia, after the “Prophet” Tiberius Crohn, how did you expect her to react? While I admit that Tiberius Crohn is a fascinating figure to read about, I know full well that he is no prophet. It’s all in the writing they told me to read. A shame they could not see that for themselves.

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(Another icon for Tibby’s body style. I don’t own this, either.)

My name is Tiberia Cri Mermali. I was born on Sundai, December 17th, 3200, into the Torbe’ race, in the over-religious Tribe Zhang-Guo-Lao, from the highly advanced, yet frozen planet Voulgaris. We are a curious and dominant kind of humanlike creatures, with skin like the blue sky, markings like tattoos, ears like fins and tails as long as we are tall. (An average height being around 6’5” to 6’9”. I myself am considered a runt at 6’1”.)

I am fascinated by the “Scream” and the real Dr. Tiberius Crohn, and my dream is to study every living species in the universe, known or otherwise.

Gossiping Feathers

Once, there was a woman who liked to gossip. She gossiped all the time about people she knew and people she did not. One day, she found herself gossiping about a man she hardly even knew. That night, the woman had a dream where a great hand appeared above her and pointed down at her. This […]

The Room at the Local Craft Store

(Based off of a dream.)

“I’m going to go check out, sweetie,” I heard a mom tell her four year old daughter at the local craft store as I passed by to look at another aisle of scrapbook stickers.

“Stay right here, and don’t wander off.” The little girl was cute with her brunette pigtails as she held a stuffed doll, staring up at her mother with the biggest child eyes I had ever seen. I smiled, then turned back to my cart to count my items. I wanted to see if I had enough money to get away with buying another set of stickers.

“And don’t go in that room. You’re not allowed in there.”

Glancing up again, I saw the little girl look up at a grey door to her left. The room had three of its outer walls showing, like a large white box in the craft store. Two aisles butted up against it, with only one side of merchandise for each aisle. The other sides, where the dirty white walls of the room in the craft store stood, were left bare.

At the end of each aisle, it was dark and it made the room feel like it was detached from the back wall of the store.

I was pretty sure it was not, though.

The little girl looked back at her mother as she walked off toward the checkout line. I turned away to grab some detailed puppy stickers, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw the little girl reach for the handle. Spinning around, I brought my buggy with me as I traveled across the aisle to the little girl, and stopped next to the room, which gave me a creepy vibe.

The grey door was just beyond my little blue craft store shopping cart, and so was the little girl. “Don’t open that door.” I told her. She looked up at me, and slowly pulled her hand away as she stared into my eyes. I was about to tell her that her mother told her not to, when I heard the room whisper back.

“Open the door,” It said, quietly, “open the door.”

My body became cold, hearing that voice, and the color drained from my phone. “D-don’t.” I warned the little girl, my heart terrified as it tried to beat its way frantically out of my chest.

She continued to stare, her hand at her side now.

“Do.” The voice whispered again.

I should have taken her right then and there, and brought her to her mother. But, in today’s time, there was a mile long list of names I could be labeled just for telling the child not to do something. Who knew what would happen if I took her anywhere. Even if it was to her mother.

But, I was secretly scared as well. The ghostly female behind the grey door terrified me.

“Don’t go in there,” I repeated, before hurrying off to get in line, leaving the little girl alone, and defenseless.

I did not sit in line very long, neither did her mother who was right in front of me, before stepping away to go back to that room. The room with the grey door at the local craft store.

I could not leave that little girl alone. Leaving my cart, I circled around a few aisles, and heard the door slam just as the dirty white room came into view. The dirty white room at the local craft store.

And then I heard a scream. Rushing over to the room, a few employees got there before I did and one threw open the grey door. The light was on, but it did not make the room any less spooky.

There was a plain, metal framed bed against the wall with the door. A counter extended the entire length of the far wall, with a mirror above it, just as long. Strange symbols and figurines made from sticks and twine adorned the right wall. And a large refrigerator was pushed up against the left wall.

Inside the fridge, because I had to check, were a few jars with strange, unidentifiable things in them, and underneath the fridge, because there was this strange, rotten odor to the room and I had an employee help me roll it forward, was old, dried out spagetti mixed with macaroni, stuck to the floor in the shape of the fridge.

The woman outside would not stop crying. “My baby! My baby! Where’s my baby! Where’s my baby!” And that was when I had had just about enough of this nonsense, with this woman, and her child, and this putrid smelling room at the local craft store.

I still thought it was just nonsense.

I marched out of the room and right up to her, and snapped at her, because I was angry, and terrified, and guilty, and I wanted someone else to take the blame for this. “How dare you! You just left your child in a store and walked away from her. No, I was there! You told her to stand next to that door! That grey door at the local craft store! She’s gone and its all your fault! Do you hear me? All your fault!”

As I was yelling, I watched the woman’s features slowly soften, and then she blinked up at me as she stared.
Finally, when I was through with my rant, she spoke up.

“What child?” She asked.

And then, the woman walked away. I watched her walk away, and collect her bags, and push the little blue craft store shopping cart in the designated little blue craft store return shopping cart area. I watched her leave the store and place her bags in her trunk. And I watched her slam the trunk and get into the driver’s seat.

And then, I watched her drive away.

And all the time, I stood there, next to the room. The room with the grey door and the dirty white walls, with that putrid, rotten smell to it, that was shaped like a box with one side attached to the back wall, so it was not really a box.

It was a room at the room at the local craft store.

“There’s a pill for that…”

“So, I’m going to kill my neighbor,” I spoke up, after staring at the peanut butter jar for twenty seconds.

“Mhm.”

Said peanut butter jar was lifted, a large spoonful of peanut butter was scooped out, then it was set back down.

“I mean it.  If she throws her garbage in my trashcan one more time, I am going to kill her.” Pass the peanut butter jar, a blurred-out slice of white bread rested on the counter.

“Mhm.”

Said bread was lifted, a corner crust crumb falling back on the counter, as the spoonful of peanut butter was smeared over the store bought baked product.

“I know it’s her, too. She’s the only one who uses lavender scented trash bags.”

“Of course.”

Sweeping the fallen crumb into my hand, I walked over to garbage can to discover that it was full. With a groaned, I brushed the crumb off my palm and watched it land on top of the trash, then bounce back onto the floor again. “I swear she waits until the middle of the night to throw her garbage out, too. I can spend all evening staring out that window, waiting for her to show up, until I fall asleep. But, it’s always there the next morning.” With a huff, I pulled the bag out of the trash can, and a wave of light flowers filled the kitchen.

“Mhm.” I listened to Connor crunch down on his toast and chew the pieces loudly. Tying the ends together roughly, I struggled to shift the trash down to the bottom so it was easier to carry.

“I mean, what kind of person puts their trash in someone else’s trash can, anyway?” I went over to the sink and searched underneath for the box with the light purple flowers on it.

“Mm?”

“The worst kind, I tell you.” Finding the box, I pulled a fresh bag from it as the kitchen filled with more lightly scented flowers, and shook it open to put in the trashcan.

“Mhm.”

“You know, you could at least try to think of something to say besides, ‘Mhm’.” Slamming the lid back down, I picked up the full trash bag and carried it outside.

While I was gone, Connor simply lifted the empty bottle of generic Donepezil with my name on it, shook the bottle once, then set it back down with a slight smile.

The door opened and slammed as I came inside, exasperated. “That’s it, where’s the shotgun. She’s at it again.”

With another crunch of his toast, my roommate pointed to the empty bottle and spoke with his mouth full, “You missed one.”

“Gee, thanks,” I took a deep breath, then threw my hands up in frustrated. “God, now the whole house smells like freakin’ lavender! I hate lavender!”