We Write Anything started out as a random tip-centre, and now, we truly do write ANYTHING. Well that is, until my colleagues come back from their leaves and we can coordinate and maybe resume our Zaman Kegemilangan where all we blogged about was Debate Tips. Til then, you have to bear with me and my crazy truckloads of crap and random short stories until they come back.
NOTE: This is a work of fiction.
This is all my great-grandfather's fault. I don't know what he did, but he HAD to piss a half-siren half-witch off. Of all the women in the world, he had to incur the wrath of the most dangerous kind. And I bear the consequences of his actions. Life's unfair.
Well anyways, he did something majorly bad and managed to piss that half-siren half-witch not-at-all-human woman off and she put a curse on his family line. First girl born into the family from then on would become a siren from the age of sixteen.
"Well, at least you don't look that attractive or seductive anyway," mom used to say. I guess she meant it as a consolation. Hell lot of a supportive mother she is. But I agree with her. If I was blessed with the good looks my sister June has, the mortality rate of the men would be pretty high.
Just in case you didn't know, a siren is supposed to be some mythical creature - only it's not that mythical because I know it really does exist. A siren attracts and seduces men, and only one man at a time. Once a man falls for her, she kills him by accepting his love. There is no sea or magical song involved; that's the added spices.
At least, that's what I think. There're no seas, ponds, or lakes around where I live. And I certainly don't sing to my victims. Or victim.
Body count so far: 1.
(I just turned 16 then. It was a pure accident. I didn't even know I was cursed with this. And I truly liked him.)
You'd think joining a nunnery or locking yourself in a convent for life would be the best solution to my "condition". Hah. Life's not that simple. A siren needs to have at least one fresh male sacrifice once a year or she dies. Now that just complicates things doesn't it?
And guess what. My year is almost up.
It's not like I don't have anyone to kill, if I'm truly desperate I'll go dress up really glittery and really turn up the flirt factor on someone I really, really hate. Thing is I can only attract one person at a time, and I already did.
Like a cliched movie, my problem is that I love him back.
I have been avoiding him ever since I found out, but I know my time's almost up. If he doesn't give up, he literally is going to be the death of me.
"Why are you avoiding me?"
"I'm not."
"Then why won't you pick up my calls?"
I rolled my eyes. Where oh where do I start.
"Look. I won't give up. Not now, not ever. When I see something I want bad, I do everything in my power until I get it."
Thanks. I needed that.
I threw myself on my bed. It's all my great-grandfather's fault. For the thousandth time in my life ever since I found out about this curse I cursed him in my head.
Ever wondered why the siren cursed the next female and not my great-grandfather himself? My dad says it's because she wanted to hurt where it hurt most. She predicted that my great-grandfather would have a daughter and she wanted him to see her hurt when she couldn't love a man or he would die.
That's a lesson for you. Never count your chickens before they hatch. 'Cause my great-grandfather never did have a daughter. Or a granddaughter. And he didn't live long enough to see me.
I would call this "A Revenge Plot Gone Epicly Wrong" if I wasn't the one affected by it.
I went to my table and took out my stationery set. If I was going to die in one week I might as well leave something behind to remember me by.
I heard the dim roar of the ocean. Like a dream, I stepped out of my bed, down the stairs and through the front door. A great expanse of water greets me. A beautiful song fills the air. I stepped into the water.
"Are you sure she took nothing?"
"Yes. We discovered her missing this morning. She's not the type to disappear in the middle of the night."
copyrighted by ResidentLoudmouth, year 2010 XD
On a separate note, JM says to post up my stupid cat rhyme.
The cat
Sat
On the mat
Chewing a hat
Brandishing a bat
Staring at the rat
Named Pat
What? It is We Write ANYTHING after all.
NOTE: This is a work of fiction.
***
Cursed thy family shalt be
The next woman to be born
Ten and six years she shalt be
Thy family shalt mourn
The next woman to be born
Ten and six years she shalt be
Thy family shalt mourn
This is all my great-grandfather's fault. I don't know what he did, but he HAD to piss a half-siren half-witch off. Of all the women in the world, he had to incur the wrath of the most dangerous kind. And I bear the consequences of his actions. Life's unfair.
Well anyways, he did something majorly bad and managed to piss that half-siren half-witch not-at-all-human woman off and she put a curse on his family line. First girl born into the family from then on would become a siren from the age of sixteen.
"Well, at least you don't look that attractive or seductive anyway," mom used to say. I guess she meant it as a consolation. Hell lot of a supportive mother she is. But I agree with her. If I was blessed with the good looks my sister June has, the mortality rate of the men would be pretty high.
Just in case you didn't know, a siren is supposed to be some mythical creature - only it's not that mythical because I know it really does exist. A siren attracts and seduces men, and only one man at a time. Once a man falls for her, she kills him by accepting his love. There is no sea or magical song involved; that's the added spices.
At least, that's what I think. There're no seas, ponds, or lakes around where I live. And I certainly don't sing to my victims. Or victim.
Body count so far: 1.
(I just turned 16 then. It was a pure accident. I didn't even know I was cursed with this. And I truly liked him.)
You'd think joining a nunnery or locking yourself in a convent for life would be the best solution to my "condition". Hah. Life's not that simple. A siren needs to have at least one fresh male sacrifice once a year or she dies. Now that just complicates things doesn't it?
And guess what. My year is almost up.
It's not like I don't have anyone to kill, if I'm truly desperate I'll go dress up really glittery and really turn up the flirt factor on someone I really, really hate. Thing is I can only attract one person at a time, and I already did.
Like a cliched movie, my problem is that I love him back.
I have been avoiding him ever since I found out, but I know my time's almost up. If he doesn't give up, he literally is going to be the death of me.
***
"Why are you avoiding me?"
"I'm not."
"Then why won't you pick up my calls?"
I rolled my eyes. Where oh where do I start.
"Look. I won't give up. Not now, not ever. When I see something I want bad, I do everything in my power until I get it."
Thanks. I needed that.
***
I threw myself on my bed. It's all my great-grandfather's fault. For the thousandth time in my life ever since I found out about this curse I cursed him in my head.
Ever wondered why the siren cursed the next female and not my great-grandfather himself? My dad says it's because she wanted to hurt where it hurt most. She predicted that my great-grandfather would have a daughter and she wanted him to see her hurt when she couldn't love a man or he would die.
That's a lesson for you. Never count your chickens before they hatch. 'Cause my great-grandfather never did have a daughter. Or a granddaughter. And he didn't live long enough to see me.
I would call this "A Revenge Plot Gone Epicly Wrong" if I wasn't the one affected by it.
I went to my table and took out my stationery set. If I was going to die in one week I might as well leave something behind to remember me by.
***
Bob,
When you get this I would be gone.
I hope you don't hate me for this. I really do like you. And because I love you I can't love you.
I'm no good for you. You don't know the half of it. If I love you you'll die. It's a curse. You probably won't believe it but it's true. Curses do exist.
One of us has to go. And I rather it be me than you.
I'm sorry.
When you get this I would be gone.
I hope you don't hate me for this. I really do like you. And because I love you I can't love you.
I'm no good for you. You don't know the half of it. If I love you you'll die. It's a curse. You probably won't believe it but it's true. Curses do exist.
One of us has to go. And I rather it be me than you.
I'm sorry.
***
I heard the dim roar of the ocean. Like a dream, I stepped out of my bed, down the stairs and through the front door. A great expanse of water greets me. A beautiful song fills the air. I stepped into the water.
***
"Are you sure she took nothing?"
"Yes. We discovered her missing this morning. She's not the type to disappear in the middle of the night."
***
copyrighted by ResidentLoudmouth, year 2010 XD
On a separate note, JM says to post up my stupid cat rhyme.
The cat
Sat
On the mat
Chewing a hat
Brandishing a bat
Staring at the rat
Named Pat
What? It is We Write ANYTHING after all.
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