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By Kindly Benefactor
Dear Harry (fourth post)
Sea breeze lifted her hair and pulled it back from her face, misting her with the light shadow of sea salt. Her nude form stood on the edge of a stone outcropping. Jagged stone lifted under her feet, cutting into her but it didn't even compare to the pain in her heart.
Normally she was so happy. Unique wouldn't even describe her personality. She shone like the sun and laughed like song. She had no worries, no sorrow. Her whole life was a fairy tale perfection... Until she came to see the land. Until she danced on the beach with the other girls by moonlight.
It had been the most beautiful sky she had ever seen. The stars were diamonds and the moon was a giant pearl floating in the deep dark blue velvet. Their bodies had moved to their secret song and they hadn't a care in the world. The sand beneath their feet, the sea before them, what could go wrong.
Then he had come.
Dangerous eyes watched them, drooling with obsession and sick desire. He wanted what he should not have and he had no qualms making it how he wished it to be. His clammy hands stole away with a skin and he burnt it in a fire, demanding that the owner forever be his.
Years she remained faithful as she was supposed to. She raised children and pleased her husband, doing only as the perfect wife would. Her children grew happy and proud, having children of their own and spreading their love throughout the world. It wasn't soon enough that her prison guard finally went to his grave.
All her pain was bursting to be free. She had not set foot in the sea with her brethren in much too long. And she had nothing to still keep her on land where he agony started.
Tears streaked down her face, more salt and water than she had felt in a very long time. She closed her eyes, trying to picture her long ago freedom. The kelp, the shells, her friends, her family. Long dances in the sea and songs that she hadn't heard in forever.
Raising her arms in the air, she kept an image in her mind, sliding her cut feet along the knife like rocks. She would go back to sea... However she could. She arched herself forward, starting her plummet to the ocean below. Her eyes snapped open and she smiled for the first time in forty years.
"I'm coming home."
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By out of controll
The whisper of the rain like tiny fingers on the window panes woke her. She stood near the window as a foreboding, clammy and fearful worry came into her heart. The book in her hand pressed its cover against her as if to lure her into its printed pages but she went on gazing out into the night as if the strange stillness of the man on her lawn had infected her very core. The light from her bedroom window mingled with the darkness of the night to reveal that he was staring intently at her with an impish smile on his face. Their eyes met and her heart thudded. Evil was not appearing for the first time in her life but had now returned in the form of her husband. Fear dug its curved and venomous beak into her frozen heart once again.
Lightning flashed and his form was gone, breaking the spell on her, she dropped the book and rushed down the stars into the baby’s room. He stood there, in the dark corner next to the child’s bed, her only child. He turned slowly with the child in his arms still asleep as tears fell down her face. This is what he had promised. If she left, he would make sure she paid for it and now she was. Just as the last of the bruises were fading, he had to go and steal her heart completely. A roll of thunder and she fell to her knees praying to any God that would listen.
His impish smile became a twisted tongue of silver that ripped her will from her and tore her mind to pieces. It ate away at her like a living thing. Jagged spears of white-hot lightning shot from the sky as the night swallowed him up like a thieving fox. Her cries were as faint as the chirping of a cricket in the vast empty house and were lost in the darkness of her torn soul.
As the rain washed the night out of the hem of the sky the air fed one last scream but with little sound that her shredded throat was capable of. Silence welcomed her back and in the stillness she could almost hear little feet running across the floor, then laughter and whispering. Her eyes filled with painful hope but it was quickly extinguished. The surrounding house captured her tattered soul and promised to never let her go. She let it have what was left of her as somewhere the flames of fire that stole her life still flickered in the charred house.
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By Sunny Iridescence
Rhina (or Rhi as she liked to be called) let her legs dangle off the edge of the bridge, pondering the events of the day. There had been a war, an assassination, a secret, royal affair revealed, and her home had been burned in a fire. Pretty uneventful day, she thought glumly, resting her head on her fists. She stayed that way for a minute, staring at the fast-moving river below her, watching bubbles rise up to the surface and floating along until they popped.
In all actuality, it really was a pretty uneventful day for the land of Iridian. Normally there were plenty more wars in a day or more houses burning. But that was because the days lasted for weeks at a time. As did the nights. The nights were the worst. Rhi shuddered at the thought of the approaching sunset. It would be happening soon, and then all the bad night-things would come out of hiding and haunt the surface.
"Rhina!" Rhi looked up to see her friend Damien leaning out from the top of the bridge. "What are you doing? We need to get ready for night!" he called, his face rigged with worry and anxiety. Rhi just nodded slowly. "Rhi!"
"Damien! Just leave me alone. Can't you see what's going to happen?" Damien gave her a confused look.
"What do you mean?" he asked. Rhi sighed and rolled her eyes.
"It just keeps happening over and over again! It's just a big huge circle, and we let the current of it pull us along. Soon it will be night, then we'll have to hide for a long time. Then it will be day and we can roam free, but the world will still be engulfed in chaos and terror. The sunlight doesn't make the bad things go away. I just don't think it's worth it anymore!" Damien frowned.
"You can't be serious, Rhi! Of course it's worth it. Isn't it worth it to see all the children growing up? Isn't it worth it to fall in love? Isn't it worth it to see all the beauty of nature?"
"That's just it! I don't know if it even is anymore. It used to be, but now the children are growing up in a world full of war and bloodshed, the people I ever fall in love with get swept into the wars and I never see them again, or they just aren't true, and all the beautiful sights that nature has to offer are depleting as the wars demand more resources!" Damien tried arguing some more, but Rhi always retorted with something else. Eventually, he gave up altogether, letting her sit on the bridge and watch the lowering sun dip slowly- ever so slowly- past the horizon. She saw the currents in the river make little whirpools, spinning around in circles, then spin out and down the river once again. Clouds drifted back and forth aimlessly across the now colorful sky, shifting the light around. Tress danced in the wind, making a song that reminded Rhi of an erie lullaby. The water sloshed and gurgled beneath her feet, surging every now and then. Dark shadows of fish moved about under the surface, some causing ripples to appear. There were other things she was keenly aware of too. The sound of footsteps, people racing to find shelter from the oncoming night. Animals making noise as they dug burrows and pecked out smalls nests in trees. Even the birds seemed frantic to fly away to their safe haven. Yet Rhi stayed where she was. Was it worth it anymore? When would the circle end? Would it ever, really? She didn't know anymore.
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