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The eastern winds pass by for a quick greeting. They brush against my seavine-coloured hair and tease my nose, swirling gently around my face, then leave as quickly as they came. I laugh at their mild mischeif and lift my voice to them as they disappear. Water lapping at my toes, I ponder whether to stop singing at their exit. I smile to myself as my music grows louder to break the stale midafternoon air. Granted, I should not credit my song to myself alone. You see, I am a Siren, and the gods had given me that gift at my birth, along with my sisters. One might think that a Siren, especially a Siren with three sisters, would not pertain to a life of solitude out on the sea. Alas, it is not of my will to be alone here. How I do wish that my sisters could join me! But you see, many years ago, I did live with my sister Sirens, I being the youngest of the four. We would sing for the sun and the moon and the stars. We would sing for the sea and the fish and the gods. My sisters would even sing for the sailors, tantalizing them in delectation, ridding them of their lives when we were through and giving their bodies to Poseidon. They never let me sing for the sailors, though, as I had not come of age yet, they said. As I reminisce, I curse the day my curiosity got the best of me. Even now it is difficult to cage the sorrow. That accursed day, the gulls cawed rumors of a legend come to pass us by. They told of a man named Odysseus, of his courage and of his strength. In my excitement, I fell off of my boulder, hit my head, and cracked my hair shell on the sharp rocks. My sisters chastised me through giggles, so I dove into the depths to quickly retrieve a new shell and regain my composure. In the deep parts of the waters, darkness reigns and covers my eyes, so you can imagine it was difficult for me to find a replacement shell. After many incidents of clumsiness, however, I have learned to feel with my palms for a good smooth shell, and reassure swiftly with my fingers that it is not a living creature. Following what seemed to be an eternity, I brushed the sand off the perfect shell to flaunt in my hair. Using all the strength in my legs, I kicked off the bottom floor and swam back to my sky. Fully expecting to arrive to a view of my aggravated siblings, I instead bashed my head against the top of the water. Confused at the concept of an earthen sky, I reached upwards and swam until I could feel the air. Slowly lifting my head out of the water, I saw the cause of my abrupt headache. A massive ship had invaded the waters. Not remembering of the man Odysseus the gulls spoke so cautiously of, I acted impulsively, stupidly. In futile attempt to seduce a man, I was stabbed with a metallic spear. The warrior made his attack in haste when I swung my arms over the dock's edge: an act my sisters had forewarned me about many times over. My foolishness angered Poseidon, as I could have ruined the plot against Odysseus. I later learned, through gossip of the oh-so talkative dolphins, that my sisters' sweet melodies would not have lured them anyway: beeswax was plugged tightly in their ears. See, now look, the remembrance of my idiocy has caused a tear! Oh, the selfishness I had... if only I could see my sister Sirens now. But the past is the past, and despite its heart-wrenching pain, it cannot be changed. With strength, perhaps one day I will be able to move on, perhaps seek out the sisters I lost so many years ago. As for now, I will live for the present. If I live for tomorrow, I may forget to enjoy the wonder that is today. For today brings many wonders. We are blessed to have every today, though we may not always have a tomorrow.2
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I LOVE LOVE LOVE The Oddessy!! *molests Odysseus* Anywhoo, lol. I liked this story muchly much too! PAH, i read your announcement about you not continuing so i thought i'd check it out and don't you dare, lol, it is very enjoyable, you have a way with words, especially putting them in such archaic phrases etc like you do with the siren. The story is also interesting, and hopefully it develops in the next bit i am about to read
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I never write in paragraphs.
But it's not fan fiction.
Well that's okay.
I had always been fascinated with the Sirens in mythology.
She's not supposed to have a name.
Thanks for the.. er.. comments! ^_^ -
You should use paragraphs. Paragraphs are your friend.
Also: why is this under science fiction? Try Fan fiction & Fantasy.
And another thing, I just can't wrap my mind around the reason for writing this story. I mean, it's not that interesting of a subject, the character is a character (no name), who defines themselves as a Siren, I mean, why would you be motivated to write this?
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i read this twice, it was intriguing and kept me interested. im not much into short stories on the fact that the story always seems rushed and unplanned. but i really enjoyed this. great job.
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this is a nice write it kept me interested for the most part and that isnt always easy on longer writes on allpoetry
love and light
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The Odyessey had too much sex to be a child fairy tale. ^_^ But yeah.
I like first person. >.< -
My style is unoriginal and awesome?
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"Your style is unoriginal and awesome!!!!!"
I just found that a funny comment to make.
Now for my thoughts. I like the premise. I remember in the first or second grade we had a lesson about fractured fairy tales. Those faded out of my memory so long ago the thought of you doing a serious one for a mature (not mature sexual, mature as in not childish) audience has my mind stirring with possibilities. Everyone enjoys reading something that stirs them. You're writing in first person which has obvious advantages and disadvantages. I've always found it a lot easier to use than third person and especially second person. It also keeps the action moving since the narrator cannot read other minds they can't fill four or five pages describing what every character's thinking. This also means that the reader is going to be stuck with this particular character in every scene though (unless you choose to switch narrators or something) so she better be interesting enough to carry that weight. I've always found Greek mythology rather boring but this may actually not suck. -
wooT!
Cool story. I like the idea. Your style is unoriginal and awesome!!!!! You are great. -
^_^ Yes, all inspiration was from The Odyssey. I have always adored the Sirens, and I pondered why there were only three... so I decided to write about a fourth. Thanks for commenting!
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this is very good
as a year 12 student doing classical studies and the odessy i found this very interesting -
This was, indeed, very interesting. I love how everything just seemed to roll together. The emotion was wonderful too. You did a great job of capturing the sorrow. Keep up the good work.
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Wow this very good, I love your writing style, it was very intresting too, kept me reading from begining to end. excellent work, keep it up
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