A small rock in a vast ocean. Alone. I sit on the rock. Alone. Day in and day out. Hour after hour. Doing nothing at all. An insignificant gust passes me by, and yet I instincitvely reach to my hair to secure the shell tucked in it. The very same shell that was retrieved from the bottom of the waters that dreadful afternoon. With nothing better to do, I idly run my fingernails back and forth along the grooves of the shell. My arm grows tired, and I drop it back to my side, still thinking of my sisters. My arm grazes the water and I look down only to see my own reflection gazing stupidly back at me. Out of rage, I jerk the shell out of my hair and throw it into my face. But the water ripples and everything is back as how it was. Except, of course, for the fact that I no longer have my shell. Ha! What does it matter anyway? The days go by like seconds. I can no longer tell what time is, as it does not matter anymore. With my sister Sirens at the most lengthy distances from myself, I have no reason to care for time, as time does not care for me. We (time and myself) are apathetic in regards to each other and do not associate any longer. I do wonder what it would be like to die though. Perhaps Poseidon will let me die. I think maybe it would be better than this solitude I must endure. I can't really imagine what death would be like. I might be an angel... oh, the wonder of being an angel! But then again I might be a hellion. Well, that wouldn't be so bad. Though I must say, the heat might get to me. Being one of the waters, a firey home might not do so well for me. Not that Hades would care about my comfort, of course. A sigh, lengthened for my displeasure, and I've gained nothing from my self-conflict. What if my sisters were dead? Oh my Zeus, I cannot even imagine it. Of course they aren't dead. We are immortal beings! What am I thinking, even dreaming of such things? Alas, if death were the only way to reach the other Sirens... I would seek it. Would Posiedon ever forgive a mistake? Perhaps if he did, I would be returned to my sisters again. My sisters are my life. Without them, I am nothingness in a nothing world with no time and no space and no happiness. I am empty inside. I will try to feel cheerful. I shall raise my voice in praise of the waters! Perhaps that will brighten my day. ...My voice has faded. My world has faded. My life has faded. I am the algae stuck to the side of the rock. I am exempt from the current, exempt from everything that ever was. Shunned from all I was and all I ever could have been. Forgiveness, trust, compassion... all the concepts ever were are lies. My life has no objective any longer. I wish I didn't dwell on the past ever so much. One would think that a Siren would eventually run out of tears. I wonder if I could cry my bloodstream dry. Perhaps that would kill me. Ah well, probably not. I am rather afraid to attempt swimming back to my sisters. I don't have any clue as to what direction I would swim in, and for how long I would be swimming. I am a creature of the water but that doesn't make me invincible to it. I might swim until I died. That might be nice. I think I will try it. Bon voyage, my dear confedante. 'Til we meet again, I am the Lost Siren, forever searching for a link to my past and an answer to my future.1
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Part two. Critique fairly.
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Yummy, though how did she get there? Besides being attacked with a spear etc. I like her thoughts, they are very poetic, though she does like to indulge in a bit of a moan doesn't she
Don't we all. I do like it so far, though i think if you write a third part (which you should 
) there could be a little more action in it to move it along. I don't know, it's youre story 
I do love this line: I have no reason to care for time, as time does not care for me. *nods* very good. Aww, she lost her shell 
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I don't want to hear it, really.
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Well, I'm already telling you somethings that you could fix with it.
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That's good, good. ^_^ Anya? Pretty name.
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I mean beginning, not ending. Oops.
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I think the new ending helps a lot. You've enclosed all the droning so it doesn't feel as endless. I'm also surprised that for someone who has never watched Buffy how well you've made an Anya-esque character. I miss that show. Doesn't really matter though, Emma said she was quitting even if they decided to do a season 8.
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YAY!
I like the beginning now! It adds on to her emotions, gthrough action. -
There, I added on to the beginning. ^_^
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Nice
I like this one alot, but it does drone on just a tad. I like her thoughts. Maybe, add more of those. And where she was exiled too, cus, I had no idea. You get to lost in her thoughts to know what her surroundings are. Good write though. You, again, rock at writing. -
Kinda.
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That's the point.
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Despite the whole hellion thing it's a lot of writing. I hate to say it, but up until the last fourth of it you're restating the same fact over and over.
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