Imagination’s calling…

I have had this book idea for about 3 months or more and I struggle every day trying to expand on it. (One of the reasons I haven’t been blogging.  I’ve been writing elsewhere.).   Tonight, I was able to break through the stone walls of writers block and surf the rainbow of imagination.  I am only in pre-writing stages, but I plan to make it a short story.  So, with that in mind, you can help.  I am looking for first and last names that are french in origin. Comment your suggestions if you wish to help a fellow writer!  Au revoir!

~Siren

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Moonlit Love

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“You love her, don’t you?” He asked as a small grin graced his face.

“Is it that obvious?” I smiled like a love struck teenager as I watched her walk away and wished for one last glance of her luminous, moon-like beauty.

To my surprise, she turned her head just enough that our eyes met.  My heart fluttered in my chest as my cheeks turned bright red.  She waved back at me, her eyes glistening under the lustrous crescent moon.  She turned her back to me and proceeded to stride further and further away, her long flowing brunette hair blowing freely in the wind.

I wanted to see her again.  Before she vanished out of sight, I hurried toward her.

“Princess!”

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I hollered out to her.  At the echo of my voice, she halted and spun around to meet my gaze.

“What is it?”

Shaking with unimaginable nervousness, I fell before her and took her soft, majestic, magic hands in my own and looked up into her clear, sparkling blue eyes.

 “Moon Princess.  I know, I must seem insignificant to you as I am, but a mere prince from this planet, but I…” I paused.  “I wB37NGYKant to know if I will ever see you again?”

A single tear slid down my face as I prepared for the worst.  The princess smiled, knelt down in front of me and wiped my cheek with her sleeve. Then she asked.

“Do you want to see me again?”

She stared at me with a look of curiosity on her face.  Without any hesitation, I graciously brought her hand to my lips and kissed it gently.

“I would love nothing more.”

~SirenCay

Pictures are from the hit anime Sailor moon crystal.  The first picture is fanart created by mimiclothing of Deviantart.

 

 

Tepid Inferno

12She pulled the shaven wooden stake from her chest and smiled.

“Was that supposed to hurt?”

With her supernatural strength, she crushed the robust stake as if it was a tiny twig. The daughter of the legendary hunter prepared her second offensive attack. As scared as she was, she held up her crossbow and aimed it at the creature that murdered her father. The red hot anger fired through her as she set the trigger and fired with no hesitation. Beads of sweat broke out across her forehead, as the creature’s frosty breath trailed down the back of the assailant’s neck.

“ You may have the fire in your eyes, but it can never melt the ice in my veins.”

~SirenCay with help from contributor/Editor Satoshi

Satoshi is the editor behind all my blog posts.  She is a college graduate with a bachelor’s degree in English,  and is a great writer in her own right.  If you have any questions, or want to see more work from here,  let me know!

Fading friendship

Fading Friendship

I first knew things were amiss when boys began to take priority over barbies.  The day she replaced her posters of Dora with boy bands was a real hardship for me.  I did not appreciate school teaching her that animals are unable to speak.  Why can’t a purple talking unicorn exist?

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I comforted her when she lost her first pet, a goldfish named Rainbow.  I protected her from the monsters under the bed.  I agreed that cake should be a breakfast food.  Through all the joyful and upsetting times in her life, I was her constant companion.

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Now I’m like a forgotten fairy.  My light is growing dim.My once vibrant violet complexion has degraded into a ghostly pale white.  My once formidable limbs have become fragile and stiff.  However, what truly shatters me is the loss of my horn that once held the love and magic we shared.

As I watch her move on to perfume and make up from ribbons and curls, I wonder if she ever thinks of me.

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~Sirencay

Pictures from disney/pixar’s InsideOut