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Don’t mess with the Sirens

This is my submission to the Write On Edge Week 11 writing challenge. The idea is to write a piece of fiction in 500 words, based on the picture prompt, the given quote, or both f you’re so inclined. This week the quote was:

I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover’s quarrel with the world.

~Robert Frost

The picture prompt:

Image courtesy of Unsplash.

Image courtesy of Unsplash.

I have taken inspiration from the picture. Here are my 490 words 🙂

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DON’T MESS WITH THE SIRENS

 

She had watched him from afar, noon and night, ever since he had pitched his tent on the island. Often he had caught her eye with a knowing smile, and every time she had lowered her adoring gaze until he turned away. Parthenope, the sea siren, was infatuated with Ulysses, and he knew it. The handsome hero loved all the attention, but never would he fall prey to her charm. The great Ulysses and a low down creature of the sea! Impossible. That was exactly what he would tell Parthenope if she came to him, demanding his love. He was well aware that rejecting a siren’s advances was dangerous, and all his well-wishers would advise him to flee , lest he be killed. But from the siren’s unusual shyness, it seemed unlikely she would approach him, and so he remained complacent.

 

But she did come to him one afternoon. She rose out of the tide, pearly-eyed and dark haired, her beauty putting the loveliest goddesses to shame. But all this was wasted on the stone-hearted Ulysses who bestowed her with no more than a cursory glance.

Still she tried to woo him. Again and again he spurned her, taunting her and her sisters for being wicked deformities of nature and boasting about how he was too great a hero to ever stoop so low as to love a siren. “Begone!” He spat. “You are not worthy of being the ground I walk upon.”

Gathering up her wounded self-respect, Parthenope responded with cold dignity. “Do not underestimate our worth. My sisters and I are powerful. Men have killed and have themselves died often at our bidding. Many in this world have sought our affections, none have been fortunate enough to glimpse it. Be wise, Ulysses, this is not a gift to be thrown away. Choose well, while you have time.”

But the hero merely laughed and threatened to obliterate Parthenope and her sisters until the siren left him alone.

On their home island, Parthenope and her sisters discussed Ulysses.

“Perhaps he’s faithful to his wife.” Suggested Ligeia.

“Hardly!” scoffed Aglaope. “There is not a land in the known world where he has not bedded a woman.”

“He must be dealt with.” They agreed.

The day before Ulysses was supposed to return home to Ithaca, he mysteriously disappeared. His men, whom he had ordered to camp on the other side of the island so he might not be disturbed; found nothing but his tent despite searching thoroughly. Large, skilled search parties were launched, but the hero could not be found. In Ithaca, Penelope, his wife, grieved his assumed death.

 

“Slave!  Fetch me a goblet of wine!”

“Have you not mopped the floors yet, slave? Really, you are the slowest!”

Ulysses wiped his brow and continued his unaccustomed labour. By Gods, he should have fled while there was time. Now he was stuck as the sirens’ slave forever…

 


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Angel

My submission for the Write On Edge Writing Prompt Week 10 🙂 The challenge is to write a story in no more than 500 words based on the given picture or quote. If you like, you may use both the picture and the quote, or simply derive inspiration from them. This week the picture was:

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                                                            Image courtesy of Unsplash.

The quote:

You could’ve made a safer bet, but what you break is what you get.
You wake up in the bed you make. I think you made a big mistake.

You own me. There’s nothing you can do. You own me.

~Mark Berninger of The National, Lucky You

 

Here are my 500 words-

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ANGEL

They say love gives you direction. They say it helps you complete the jigsaw puzzle life is.  But you, Angel, did neither. Your dazzling smile had my head reeling the first time I met you. The knowing look in your sparkling sapphire eyes made me feel like you were enjoying a private joke.. You never let me on it, did you?

 

You were bright and summery when you wanted to be, as angelic as your name. In those moments you were my Angel, hair like sunshine and kisses like the breath of Zephyr.  But oh, that mean streak of yours! Demonic wrath! When your temper flared, you were the fallen Angel who had decided upon wreaking havoc in all three worlds. You were cruel and relentless in tearing my heart down. Yet I never complained ,my love patient and willing to suffer all my life for a single bubble of laughter from your sweet lips.

 

But how I loved you, Angel… and how I still do. It kills me every day that I had to do this, though really I had no option. How could I, who had showered you with all of life’s happiness; bear to see you in the arms of not one-not two-but several lovers week after week? Was it the sex, Angel? Yes, I know I could not love you in bed for as long as you would have preferred, but my darling, was that reason enough to betray my faith in your lovely self? Well, whatever be the reason, I had to keep you with me. I could not and would not lose my Angel, my heaven and my hell.

 

So I did it. Claimed you back, in all senses. You see why I had to, right? You see, don’t you? Oh dear… I’d forgotten how pus-filled your blue orbs have become.  My pet, how can you let your beauty deteriorate this way? After all the hours I spent with the formaldehyde and the ethanol! I even made sure that the cosmetics I provided you with were 100% organic. So why this negligence towards yourself? Look, now your lips are cold and cracked too… Your breath is turning rancid too-I noticed when I kissed you yesterday. It’s a pity about your chest- I never meant to swing that cleaver so many times, but it felt too good to stop, besides you had already stopped moving, so you felt no pain.

 

Never mind, Angel. All that actually matters is that I have you now. Your skin will peel off and rot, you will be reduced to bones and consequently ashes, but my love for you will never falter.  I’m dreadfully sorry I had to resort to this, but alas! You know you deserve this, love.

You could’ve made a safer bet, but what you break is what you get.
You wake up in the bed you make. I think you made a big mistake.

You own me. There’s nothing you can do. You own me.

 

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