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Writing 101 – Mine From Your Own Material

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It’s incredibly arrogant of me if I say that I found it really hard to ‘mine from my own material’ isn’t it?

But it kind of was because reading back my own stuff makes me cringe sometimes, especially the older stuff. I stuck with Disney because I learnt that it was easier for me go back into one of those ones mindsets then to do it with something of my own creation (look I may also have been feeling a bleurgh when I wrote this and Disney is one of my happy places). The first part of this is Emerald, so ya know here be mermaids. As with that I took a few creative liberties.

It’s not that I have never seen a boat before, that would be ridiculous I live in the ocean. I see boats all the time. I have a whole collection of things that I have acquired from the world above the sea, including this statue that I have that takes pride of place. Sebastian thinks it’s dangerous that I have it, he thinks all the things I have collected over time are dangerous. But it’s fine. No one knows about except me.

And Sebastian.

And Flounder.

But other than that, no one knows.

Back to the statue though. I have this statue. Of a boy. Maybe a prince, I don’t know, he looks like he could be important. Definitely of a boy. A handsome boy. Maybe the most handsome boy I have ever seen. Although I don’t have much contact with human boys so I don’t have anything to compare it to in that respect. But any merman I have ever encountered has never been as beautiful as the person that this statue is based on.

I have spent a lot of time staring at it. It seems to hold all these possibilities. And all these questions. It indulges my fantasy of living on the land. Of having legs. Running, walking, dancing. Of just not having to swim everywhere. To have the chance to go to places that are new and exciting. It’s a permanent reminder of what could be.

But back to the boat. I never expected to see a boat with the statue one it. Like the person who the statue was based on. He was there. On the boat. Right in front of me. Clear as day. Even through the blurry distorted gaze I had from under the waves I recognised him. His eyes were staring back at me with such an intensity. I’ve never felt that before.

It shocked me. My tail took a life of it’s own. I didn’t mean for the boat to rock like that. For it to slowly capsize and to create an underwater chaos. Luckily my sisters were there to help deal with the majority of it. But I went to save him. I had to. I had to confirm that it was him, the man in my statue, in front of me.

It was. So I saved him.

It was easy to drag him onto the beach. It was harder to wake him up. I thought he might have been underwater for too long, I’ve heard that can be bad for humans. So I sang to him. It wasn’t much. More just melodic sounds than anything else. It seemed to work. He woke up eventually.

I checked. I kept watch over him. To make sure he was safe. That he stayed safe. He is more beautiful in person than the statue could ever convey. I can’t put it into words, but he was.

He is.

He looks kind. He is the kind of person that I can’t find at home. The kind of person I want and probably need.

Not that father would approve of that though. It will have to remain mine, Sebastian and Flounder’s little secret.

But I can leave my prince with my voice. The memory of my voice. Hopefully he’ll like that.

For now.

Parentheses count: 1. See you tomorrow!

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