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The World Owes Me, so ******** You.
Ʉяɨαɳ.Ȥαђɨя.Ӻɨɳɨʉϛ
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From any onlooker, the ocean appeared as it always had. An endless stretch of blue from one horizon to the next. Restless waves rolling along the water, some crashing against the shore and pounding the rocks and boulders. Every so often, a fish would flip-flop above the surface, only to disappear into the murky depths once more. It smelt of salt, but held an air of mystery and magic about it. The water here was pure and untouched, though many legends swarmed and tainted its name.

Many who had come in search of Truth, had failed. And those who claimed to have found It, were deemed insane by their peers. Few, of course, had perished in the waters. Though a rare handful were rescued from the tossing blue abyss. The ones who survived the rampant waters claimed to have been rescued by a creature of myth -of legend. Creatures that resembled humans, but had the lower body of a fish. Ridiculous! Absurd! Impossible and foolish!

Right?


Urian cocked his head upright, his thick black locks swaying with the current, and cast his eyes up towards the surface. The sun beat down upon the water, sending a spiral of warm light down into the darkness. His body laid along the ocean floor, with his head resting casually upon a bent arm. A meek crab waddled past, stopping only momentarily to feast upon minerals and tiny slinking creatures that were almost invisible to the naked eye.

This boy lying along the ocean floor, was he drowning? Had he drowned already? No human could withstand the pressure of the deep, nor go without the air from above for too long.
Ah, but this male. . . This male whom grinned and blinked, whose chest raised and fell, and whose skin held a brilliant white; he showed no sign of struggle or death. He appeared right at home. All of his body held the essence of a normal human being. All but the lower half. Just as legend told, his legs were fused together and bound with scales. Fluttering fins flowered where his toes should have been and corseted his waistline and rear. He was, as legend had said, a merman.

His kind inhabited the waters of this particular area, though a sighting of them was rare. They would save the occasional human, but there were still those few who would aid in the drowning of these fools. They would curl their delicate fingers around the victims waist, ankle, or wrist, and pull them under in a murderous embrace. When the last bubble slipped past their play-thing's pale lips, they would promptly release and disappear back into the deep.

A sigh slipped past Urian's lips and he slowly raised his head from his arm. Wide brown eyes focused on the dancing sun that loomed far above the waters. He rarely went to the surface. That was a naughty place. Many who ventured up, had never returned. Rumors swarmed these disappearances. Sharks and other sea predators. But most disappearances were blamed on one thing, and one thing only: humans. They were a cold, merciless creature who slaughtered anything in their wake. They would trap the merpeople with their fishing snares and slice them to bits, or take them away to be displayed in museums as dried carcasses. Disgusting!

Urian shifted his body and then shot from the mucky ocean floor. His fin swayed and flicked behind him, propelling his slick body forward. As he neared the surface of the water, his pace slowed to a near halt. He paused, only inches from the world above the waters. There was a soft bit to the bottom lip and he carefully poked his head halfway above the water. His eyes fell into curious slits as they surveyed the land that stood a mile before him.

Something caught his eye. Something was moving in the brush, though he could not tell at this distance. The male's fin twitched and he promptly sank back into the waters. With a new found interest, he began making his way towards the land. He eased his way forward and then poked his head to the surface a second time. He looked up for a moment, surveying an arch of solid rock above him, and then grinned. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen -but that was not his mission.

Closer to the land now, he carefully maneuvered his body against the bottom edge of the arch, and then pulled himself up onto the rock. The bottom half of his body remained hidden, but everything above his chest was exposed to the world that laid before him. His eyes searched the brush again, trying to find the mystery thing he had observed just minutes before. He found it finally, kneeling down onto the Earth. It was a human. A young woman, to be exactly. She cradled something in her hands, though Urian could not quite decipher what it was at that moment.

The crooked smile on his lips faltered and then grew once more.

No. This was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
ɕяαɏϛѳɳβαʞɇяῬɇяʞɨɳϛ
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Brutality becomes my appetite
Violence
is now the way of life
The sledge my tool to torture
As it pounds down on your forehead
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Elisabeth


Ryder



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ϐut ɪf ʏou please ϲall me
✖✖✖Pay, Ryder, or Liz.

ɪ just happen to be turning Seventeen on
✖✖✖ December 30th.

a little bit about me
✖✖✖ Camping, Concerts, Green and Sweet Tea, Smoking, Cheesecake, Old Horror Flicks, Reading, Late Night Walks, Girls
✖✖Getting Up Early, Soda, Frilly and Girly Things, Chic Flicks, Heights, Small Spaces, Lies, Deceit, Boys
Oh, man. Where to start, where to start? Well, I guess I should tell you know that I'm rather. . . two-faced. I have two different personalities: One for my parents and another for my friends. Around my parents, I am a proper Catholic girl and very soft-spoken. But around my buddies, though I am still rather soft-spoken, I can be the most vulgar and outgoing. Many have called me boyish, so that would make me somewhat of a tomboy, right? I've been living a lie for six years now, and I'm pretty sure it's going to kill me one of these days. Each day I wake up, I feel sick and I can't help but hate every aspect of myself. Oh, I guess that would make me Three-Faced, huh? Ugh! See! This just gets worse and worse!

where I belong
✖✖✖ The Hiding Girl

what plays when I walk in
✖✖✖ At Least I Know I'm a Sinner: Atreyu

what happens behind the curtain
✖✖✖ Teal and Steel Blue.
✖✖Lennons Beatle

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