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You stare in awe at the dilapidated old studio. Mold covering the tattered walls, breeding disease. A foul stench floods the air, causing your eyes to tear up. You shield your nasal in an attempt to regain your composure, but to no avail.
In your vulnerable state, you collapse to the ground. In a final attempt to go on, you grab hold of a table nearby. Mossy and worn-out, it is barely strong enough to support you in your endeavor to balance to your feet.
Hands still covering your nose and mouth, you open your eyes and continue on, clinging to your weapon with a loosened grip.
Step-by-step, you slowly make your way through the studio. The sobbing is as fierce and high-pitched as ever.
You trip and struggle to keep balanced. Your eyes are reddened and bloodshot due to lack of sleep and exposure to toxins. Stomach gurgling, fingers numbing, mind hazy, everything is going dark.
You must go on. Who is crying? Why? Who left her in this squallor? These questions must be answered.
You crawl on your knees, and the decaying wood beneath them gash your skin with each passing motion.
Finally, you reach the origin of the sobbing. A tattered closet door is open just enough to let slivers of light through to the other side. With your last bit of energy you push aside the closet door and collapse in front of the originator of the noise.
In front of your red eyes is what seems to be a strange phantasm.
A girl is in front of you. Thin blonde hair flowing down her shoulders. Teardrops dripping down her grey, pasty skin. Her black as pitch eyes are like mirrors. Her thin red lips in the middle of her bony face. Her body is willowy and malnourished.
Your appearance only startles her more and she shields her eyes with her free hand. Her other hand is clasped around her neck. A thick red liquid dripping from beneath it.
Fascinated, you reach your hand out to see what's behind it. She slowly sets her hand aside.
Your breathing grows more and more rough in anticipation. You fear what you might find.
You graze the wound and feel a deep gash around her neck. Frightened, you flail your hand back, but she tightly grips your wrist.
She juts your hand deeper into her wound. You feel the nerves, vessels, the rhythm of her body. Her oddly warm flesh.
You close your eyes at your situation. You might faint. You feel every fiber of her being, and she feels you.
"I did this for them," she wails.
- Title: Siren pt. 3
- Artist: PsychG
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I don't think this is all that great, but I thought it was time to get a new part of Siren out there. I apologize for my deep procrastination, for it seems I may have a case of writer's block. Even then, I hope this new entry is okay. I'll probably release a revised version and delete this new one if it doesn't do that great.
Thanks.
***Update: Spelling Mistakes fixed. Thanks to everyone. Special thanks to 'lola_o_hara' for alerting me of my mistakes** - Date: 01/19/2009
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Comments (7 Comments)
- Fairee Lumineuse - 03/30/2009
- oops, wrong story I commented..
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- Fairee Lumineuse - 03/30/2009
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This is beautiful, Alexis. =] I really like the story, and great use of vocabulary etc. Haha, I liked how if her parents hadn't forced her to eat there she wouldn't have met him XD.
Kinda creepy how he was asking her out on a napkin on his workshift in front of her parents though XDD Creepy, but I like it =] - Report As Spam
- Neon Pop Rocks - 02/09/2009
- I literally gasped aloud. Not overboard at all! SO GREAT!
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- BiggieSmall123 - 01/31/2009
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The ending could've tweaked so we could actually feeling the moist, warm,...alright so i can't help you because I've never been in that situations ! haha, i liked it.
Read mine?
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- demon strait outta_hell - 01/25/2009
- Well, it is very well written, I really liked it actually. I think you went over board at all. smile please read some of mine. ^-^
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- ashe_lycon - 01/25/2009
- I really liked it. There's nothing wrong about it.
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- LillLazaru5 - 01/24/2009
- Very good. I can capture the imagery of the girl's state and I love how it's in second person. It makes me want to read more. The only thing you needed to improve on is spelling. Other than that good work! smile
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